Make me Your butterfly, O Lord.
Peel back layers and layers and layers
of wormy flesh and wriggling self
through myriad tiny deaths--
surrender and surrender and surrender--
till final entombment of old me
and rebirth with wings--
soaring, soaring, soaring homeward to You.
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