Saturday, November 5, 2022

Your Butterfly


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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