Change Poem.

2 Cor 5:17 – Created a new – the old life is gone; a new life burgeons.
 
Change is in the air
Caterpillar enveloped
Enveloped in homemade chrysalis
Burial gown?
Grave of the old earthly bond body
Death seeps in……
 
Cells,
structure
collapse
life blood flows out,
held,
ready.
 
Darkness,
silence,
confusion.
This liminal space
This hard place
Death is held here.
 
then,
as if all hope was totally lost
a quickening pause of energy strikes
 
an urgent plea is sounded
Prophesy
Prophesy this new life into being
Speak words of
Hope
Love
Encouragement.
 
this liminal space becomes a womb
birthing into a new reality
 
Suddenly
Cells grow and knit together
Structure builds
colours emerge.
 
The butterfly exhausted
Emerges
Flaps its wings and fly’s
 
This thing of beauty
flying above
Lopping in and out,
flying high,
flying low
 
Change is birthed again.