Wings Unfurled

In the quiet cocoon’s embrace,

Did the caterpillar find its grace?

In whispered moments, did it share,

Its fears, its doubts, its silent prayer?

 

Did it emerge, a joyful child,

From chrysalis, free and wild?

With wings unfurled, did it know,

The colors of its newfound glow?

 

Amidst the journey, did it find,

Its purpose clear, its heart aligned?

Or did it feel, in depths untold,

As though it wandered, lost and cold?

 

Did anyone ever ask the beautiful butterfly?

 

Thank you, God, for every phase,

For caterpillars, butterflies, and the ways,

That lead us through the dark cocoon,

To soar beneath the sunlit moon.