Chrysalis

Inside the silk bag
where I’ve been recreated
inside the chrysalis
I am resurrected.
Oh, I need no further proof
of my living, breathing God.
Now I need no further proof,
for he has breathed life into me.
For I was dead,
I was disintegrated
inside my chrysalis.
Of many legs and ugly prickly hairs
I was,
inside my silk coffin.
In my old life
I was a greedy leaf eater,
and my appetite was unsuppresable.
Inside my silk womb
I have rotted away.
But lo, what is this
the hand of God touches my face
though even a face there none be.
Inside the chrysalis
I’m given new hope
as He reforms me
with a beautiful body
and beautiful wings.
I shall no longer hunger
for the green of the leaf,
nor be moved by the dew on the blade.
My life is now one
of nectar and sweetness.
I emerge
a completely new creation
ready to fly
for the very first time.