Butterflies - such fragile things with tissue-paper wings;

Their colours are so beautiful - though not equipped with stings -

Flutter over oceans deep and mountain ranges high;

A lowly caterpillar crawled and now has learned to fly.

We believe we, too, can change the state that we're in now;

If we keep climbing higher still, we'll beat our score somehow.

Wrap ourselves with warmth of love; relax and do our best

To know, that when we're fast asleep, still we are being blest.

"Be still and know that I am God" - His Word we all must heed;

In loving hands we see ourselves, from our cocoon, now freed

To fly new heights - improve our lives - keep on, success to win

Our rightful place beyond; attain that secret place within.

Doreen (Adams) Ellis


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