Butterfly

[Anglican]

The butterfly's meant to flutter free
Around the gardens of delight
To find it's sustainence within
Bring beauty to those in it's sight
But first it has to fight it's way
Through various stages of it's birth
A caterpillar crawling round
Concealing all it's joy and mirth.

Surviving all it's enemies
That see it as a tasty snack
It's time to be released at last
From the straight jacket, holding back
The beauty of a resurrection
Emerging from it's tomb to breathe
The air of it's new incarnation
Blessed by God in all He weaves.