And how, and how
Could that prickly caterpillar
–All bristles and danger–
Feeding on the stinging nettle in my garden
Become a peacock butterfly,
Four shimmering iridescent eyes?
My God, my God, redeemer,
Even today, take my life,
The years lost to self-pity, anger and sadness,
False starts, wrong directions, promising trails abandoned
The sin, the exhaustion, the folly, the folly,
Take the stinging nettles of my life, my Lord,
And make of them butterfly wings.