My Father

My Father in Heaven
I cry inside
This reclusive butterfly
Finds nowhere to hide

.......Let go of the past
Embrace the future
Emerge from the cocoon
Stately, wise mature

Flutter happily
In the breeze
Flit amidst the flowers
Shaded by tall trees

Display your colours
The beauty of your wings
Rest content
In THE JOYS life brings

.......Butterflies
Are formed in a cocoon
First as a caterpillar
With very little room

When they emerge
They dry their wings
Celebrate THE CHANGE
Forget the former things

.......within The Garden
His butterflies display
lOVE, HOPE and FREEDOM
In a delightful way

Written 18th June 2013

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