Handsclasped in prayer
I kneel in front of the headstones
supplicating the Creator
to forgives the sins of those
who have ascended
into the spiritual realm.
Thinking back to my teenageyears,
I marvel how aging
and experience
have changed my views
of both love and death.
As a teenager,
I thought that death
would be the end of life and love,
but this changed
when I visited a cemetery
and witnessed a butterfly emerge
from its larva case.
After its wings dried,
it flew to each of the flowers
adorning the headstones:
it struck me
that my soul was like that butterfly
and that the blossoms
were similar to the love of God
always feeding my soul.
Line Count: 26
Form: Free verse
Prompt Words: hands, clasped, teenage, years, aging, love, flowers, and headstones
Written for "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest"
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