In the midst

In the midst of catching a glimpse

of such a wonderful fluttering butterfly

I was born

I wondered

who would know

it was once a caterpillar

without knowing them?

and, then came the dark clouds in a flurry

and thunder clapping

the lightening flashing

the rain pounding down

I wondered where the butterfly had gone to hide?

soon, the rain broke itself away

and the sun came through a cloud

and it’s like I felt God telling me in his silence

that everything of this earth is of a temporary nature

that we were all born from the dirt

and, to there we will return.

 

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