The transformation

The shroud of a chrysalis forms one day;

Unexpected darkness shield's the sun's ray.

Initially this new form suggests death and fear,

But as the body stills, calms, rests, God's hand

Allows time and space for metamorphis;

The healing and birth of a new form breaks

Through the long days of heartache and pain.

A transition occurs. Old form fades and decays,

New cells transform and bring new life

Gradually building to a crescendo...

Out of the stillness and peace emerges

A miracle; the hard shell gone reveals

A beauty only God can create,

A butterfly, with colour resplendent,

A lightness of spirit that soars so high

It transcends all the mountains that once seemed

Impossible and insurmountable.

From that darkened shell the new form brings

New focus, new goals, new dreams, renewed love

For all things precious, delightful, simple

And  joy abounding with hope for the future

Written by Debra Chaney in the middle of the night!