The Heavenly Butterfly

Tho’ the righteous shed it oft too soon,

Their mortal tent is just cocoon

Which in life they toil to spin

To emerge forever free from sin;

The silken faith from which it’s framed

Will reveal the glory at which they aimed.

 

Changed in the twinkling of an eye,

A Voice will call them to the sky

And from heaven the cry will ring —

“Where, O death, is now your sting?”

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Soluble Bonds

I speak to you the language of my soul —

not from a piece, but the whole —

you will not hear it, you see your way —

so what is left for us to say?

Once, I gazed into your eyes

and saw a willing compromise …

that twinkling gleam, now turned stone,

crushes the heart and chills the bone.

Two became one, now becoming two —

Is this what you dreamed when you said, “I do?”

Children

Cooing, cradled, cuddled cheer —

Heaven’s helpless, hallowed here!

Inarticulate innocents incubating independence

Like love’s lamented loss

Dotingly dandled. ¬†Developing diamonds —

Rascals running, romping, raising ruckus!

Ebullient energy eventually evolving…effusing —

Naked nurslings now nascent nevermore.

Peace

My heart is filled with a noble theme;

from within mine eyes do gleam —

this day I am Supremely blessed.

 

Whatever life may throw my way,

it is with confidence that I say,

“This too shall pass; it is no test!”

 

For this I know and understand —

that my life rests within God’s hand —

and so I need not be distressed.

 

 

Stream of Consciousness

Imagine the thoughts of your mind

as a stream,

flowing ahead and trailing behind,

like a dream.

 

All those you pass by

must enter its wake —

say none remain dry,

just for argument’s sake.

 

Now waded through,

reflecting back from their shore,

would many or few

emerge changed by the chore?