Death Touched Butterfly
Cocooned, your wings
folded into cramped quarters of
fragile purpose.
Too young–death has touched
you.
ripped your still forming chrysalis
forced your
eyes open to the dust
of humanity. So you hide deep within
safety, questioning the wisdom of
God. Why did he mold you to fly in a world
chained by gravity?
Thank you for sharing. That was beautiful. I’ve often asked the same questions. God bless you and your family.
Thank you Audrey, and thank you for your prayers. It has been a hard week, but I have been bolstered by such a great cloud of witnesses.
Saying a prayer for you. Hang in there!