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COCOON
by Marijo Phelps Olive drab rubbery wrinkles Inching along Hot, belly scorching, gritty sand Eating half-dead leftovers From the dusty ground Eyes occluded with opaque scales Seeing unclearly Squishing through Oozing black slime The worm barely exists Thousands of colors Of a glistening rainbow Velvet black, powdery brilliant blue Frosty white, sunset orange and on And on Each uniquely recreated Free to soar to heights To dip down On dew speckled, delicate yellow iris petal And again From leaf, to stately tree To crystal sky dressed in purple sunset Unbound, reborn A butterfly Yes, death to SELF A barely living worm, To indescribable beauty As a born again Uniquely free butterfly Will you allow Jesus into your heart? To liberate the butterfly of your soul In new birth with Him? Or do you choose SELFISH SELF And to remain for eternity Linked in inseparable league With THE WORM? My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |