Not a flower,
not a kite,
but a
Butterfly
“Father who art in heaven...”
She prayed in her flight
With rashness car driven
forming a bloody sight
Trying to make it
It was too late
Deeper than the slit
Leg bones’ twisted fate
No more running
Stroll in a wheelchair then crutches
No track star coming
Loss in everything she touches
Flowers sprout in full bloom
Beauty is its being
But pedals suddenly fly like fume
Flower not worth seeing
All things fade
No matter how hard we try
Reality like a blade
No answer for every cry
Yet, answers lie in our race
What we truly run for,
how we choose our place,
to fight a destined war
What will you loose?
What will you gain?
Forcing the world in your noose?
Or to refuse fighting in vain?
Give what you cannot keep
Gain what you cannot loose
No escape from loss’s grip
as she watched all gifts slip
Normal Health took a drastic fall
as she longed for any patient’s call
Is there any hope for the small kite?
It is so little compared to the world
Only depending on its own might
To fight the world’s gravity unfurl’d
But No, she is not the kite.
She is a butterfly.
Transformed by patience.
Ruled by divine conversation
Letting the wind carry her light wings
even through the chaos the storm brings
Because she does not look down
or give in to gravity
But flies heaven-bound
in freedom beyond reality
Who will you loose?
Who will you gain?
Imprisoned in selfish abuse
Or surrendered to the God who was slain?
Give yourself, who you cannot keep...
Gain Himself, who you cannot loose
Nothing to loose
Everything to Gain
Because He is everything.
She prayed in her flight
With rashness car driven
forming a bloody sight
Trying to make it
It was too late
Deeper than the slit
Leg bones’ twisted fate
No more running
Stroll in a wheelchair then crutches
No track star coming
Loss in everything she touches
Flowers sprout in full bloom
Beauty is its being
But pedals suddenly fly like fume
Flower not worth seeing
All things fade
No matter how hard we try
Reality like a blade
No answer for every cry
Yet, answers lie in our race
What we truly run for,
how we choose our place,
to fight a destined war
What will you loose?
What will you gain?
Forcing the world in your noose?
Or to refuse fighting in vain?
Give what you cannot keep
Gain what you cannot loose
No escape from loss’s grip
as she watched all gifts slip
Normal Health took a drastic fall
as she longed for any patient’s call
Is there any hope for the small kite?
It is so little compared to the world
Only depending on its own might
To fight the world’s gravity unfurl’d
But No, she is not the kite.
She is a butterfly.
Transformed by patience.
Ruled by divine conversation
Letting the wind carry her light wings
even through the chaos the storm brings
Because she does not look down
or give in to gravity
But flies heaven-bound
in freedom beyond reality
Who will you loose?
Who will you gain?
Imprisoned in selfish abuse
Or surrendered to the God who was slain?
Give yourself, who you cannot keep...
Gain Himself, who you cannot loose
Nothing to loose
Everything to Gain
Because He is everything.