Sunday, October 19, 2008

...Metamorphsis...

Creepy, crawly caterpiller to glistening, graceful butterfly...the beauty of which almost makes one forget the slimmy, agonizing, exhausting interval when it is...neither. I know that 'neither' region. I know it well; know its seemingly endless clammy darkness that slowly transcends into a glimmering shroud of light. A shroud that covers a moist, tender, new identity. I can empathize...I sense a flow of freedom flowing through, awakening the wings I never knew existed. During the darkness, the skeletal construction defened me to hope of brand new things. All I felt was hammerings, poundings and shocking currants; and a growing cold wetness that pervaded me, hampered me. The sun is peek-a-booing, its gentle winks drying out the cold-wetness. And within me desires a desire to fly, to fly the heights of space and the lenghths of distance. To stretch to an embrace of a graceful beauty...

2 comments:

Susan Knapp said...

I love it. So will I have the pleasure of hearing your voice in the near future?

Azure said...

You totally drew me in! Wow, that is so deep. And I imagine while in this cocoon of pain and growing we can hardly even start to fathom our new life in heaven and the beautiful wings of freedom we will have!