As I was walking
through the forest green
By chance I came across
the strangest scene.
Two caterpillars talked
of taking flight
Yet absent wings
revealed their awful plight.
Twas then I saw them
climb a large oak tree
Two leaves became their
hope for liberty
They fanned the leaves
to soar the azure sky
But gravitation almost
bid them die.
Just then by chance
they saw a butterfly
Who said that just like
him they too could fly
But they must choose
the path that leads to death
For freedom’s birth
comes through a chrysalis.
At first the cost was
far too much to bear
The path from death to
life did not seem fair
Yet crawling on the
ground was not the way
And so they yielded to
its “call” that day.
In time, their tomb
revealed a miracle
The caterpillar’s
crypt gave way to wings
And there above the
trees I saw them fly
While lifting praise to
Him Who dwells on high.
Just then God’s Voice
spoke clearly to my heart
“True freedom comes
to those He sets apart!”
So when my yielded
will gave Him control
His metamorphic work
released my soul.
Now grace bids me to
fly and gives me wings
To soar above the lure
of earthly things
And share the News from
Him Who reigns above
So those enslaved can
also find God’s love.
--B. Pent
