Poetry~Praying For Butterfly Wings~



   I was sitting in the green grass, the tall lush green grass that felt like velvet under my feet. The sky overhead was so blue, not a cloud was seen for miles around. The pain in my heart was so overwhelmingly intense, I needed a escape a place to be alone in my thoughts a sanctuary to just pray, not a sanctuary with a steeple, just Gods creation and I.
    I looked up to the heavens with tears streaming down  from my eyes, I cried out Lord I need you now, do you hear my cries, I can’t do this on my own, I knew the holy spirit would intercede on my behalf and speak the words I could not find. Surrounded by his beauty, in such silence I sati needed Gods assurance at that very moment I need a touch from him. I waited, in the stillness, more tears fell, the loneliness engulfed my heart and I felt like I could not take one more step in this life.
   Then out of nowhere, I saw this little butterfly, circling above me at first than hovering closer and closer, I was in awe of its beauty, what a example of Gods perfect love that he created such breathtaking beauty for our eyes to set upon. Still sitting there I wanted that moment to last, I wanted that little butterfly to stay by my side, hovering over me as my sign, then just like that it flew away, it was gone, a sadness came over me beauty here  now then gone a moment too soon.
  I started to weep uncontrollably, seemed like forever I cried, but I knew that is what I needed that release. Then I looked down and there was a caterpillar under my hand. What a life I thought, not much to look forward like that, that little caterpillar reminded me of myself of how I saw life at times,  trying to make my way, but feeling so small feeling like the world would just step over me. Have you ever felt like that?
Here is a quote I found.” what the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly” by Richard Bach~
  God’s peace is what I long for, when my physical pain is overwhelming, Gods peace is what I need when my hope starts to diminish… these are the words that came to me.
Lets pray for butterfly wings,, but know the caterpillar will soon transform, so we can emerge from our cocoons, we will ride the breeze, embrace the beauty, relish the scent of the roses.
  As I sat there in the grass I saw that caterpillar transform before my eyes, the life he had was no more; a new life was ready to begin. What would of happened had that caterpillar given up before his time, he never would of realize that life of beauty that was about to take place. Quote by Emma Rollins” “Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for that day I could burst forth and fly away to my home”
  I was that caterpillar feeling stuck, feeling helpless, feeling lost, then as if I started to see myself through different eyes for who I was I realized I was that butterfly!
Quote: “don’t be afraid change is a beautiful thing said the butterfly” by: Sabrina Newbie
It’s our time… OUR TIME~ time to see the beauty we possess, we feel all this pain day in and day out, but we’ve got to hold on, hold on for our better tomorrows, hold on because our change is coming, we will emerge from our cocoons and spread our beautiful butterfly wings~

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