Butterfly Blessings!

    Once in the long ,a butterfly was born,
    from the lowly caterpillar who crept upon the ground,
    into himself in anguished shame he drew his ugliness,
    wrapped  in self pity
    he hibernated on a high Oak branch.

    Time to think and suffer, was what he felt was needed
    to set his thinking right, his tears slid around him
    creating a shield from the cruel world,
    hardening in pity to hide his wounded heart
    from those dressed in beauty unlike him.

    He had no feathers, shinning in the sun,
    he had no fins, or fur,
    no long and stately legs like the doe and buck,
    no soft long ears and glistening eyes,
    he could not swim, or build, he had no song to share like the birds above.

    What then, have I to offer in a world that values worth,
    too many legs and scaly skin that looks a sickly green,
    food for the Jays children is not exactly what I wish,
    far too close to the ground I slink,
    and feed upon the trees.

    Tufts of bristly hair that never match,
    no pretty words or touching cuteness do I offer,
    no, oh, no, there is no use my life just does not matter,
    so here I stay, hidden from sight until this life is over,
    so as to not offend my Creator.

    The ant works hard to build his hill,
    and fill it with many children,
    the grasshopper leaps from leaf to leaf in happy laughter,
    the bear and elk provide the food and shelter for the People,
    beaver and otter share the waters.

    Wolf, is much like man and lives in families,
    panther stalks the night in his glowing stealth and beauty,
    the trees and plants share of themselves
    to bring the People plenty,
    why then, I wonder, was such as I ever created?

    Sadly his dreams were filled of all that he was not,
    as he slept the time away
    in his tight wrapped nest of hardened tears,
    breaking his own sweet heart wishing he was something else,
    until one day of deep spring warmth.

    Once in the long ago. a butterfly was born,
    from his cracking shell he drew his helpless body,
    wondering why he was forced from his only protection,
    wet and crawling,
    creeping toward the heat along the branch.

    Why were the others gathered there to watch his shameful emergence,
    why could he not stay for ever is his safe and dark home,
    until he heard the humans as they caught their breath,
    why were they starring at him
    as if he were a gift?

    Suddenly he felt the need to spread his wings,
    fluttering softly to catch the evening breeze,
    what wings, 
    was the next thought, whatever is the matter,
    and then he was lifted high upon the winds, across the water he floated oh, my,  he was amazed.

    Who is that beautiful creature,
    there is no way that can be me,
    it is , he thought in happiness, this is why I was created,
    he knew inside so deep without any need for telling,
    each human that he passed count sight of him a blessing!

granny