Friday, February 5, 2016

Butterfly

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Butterfly Sonnet

We crawl around in the little world we know,
not knowing what it is we’re meant to be,
not knowing how much more there is to see,
unaware that there are places yet to go.
Like the caterpillar crawling on a leaf,
never looking upward to the endless sky,
never really giving a thought to why,
what we see is all there is to our belief.
We crawl on the ground unknowing till
a greater Power stirs our sleeping soul,
and changes us and makes us whole,
and by that Voice our spirits can fulfill
the destiny prepared for us on high,
and on new wings we rise up and we fly.


-----ed pacht