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Topic: ZEST (10/01/15)
By Milly Born
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I stare into the dreary dawn of yet another day
as I struggle for the strength and steadiness to pray.
God, please show
me how to grow.
All is quiet but a flitter: wings against the glass.
A fritillary at the window, frantic, tries to pass
the unseen obstacle to life. At the impasse,
it sits inert.
Maybe it's hurt.
Despite myself, I scramble up to save the little thing.
Carefully, I cup my hands around its tender wings.
Against my palm, it tickles as it grasps and tightly clings.
I stride outside.
My hands unfold. It sits so still, hiding its colored dress,
as if waiting for a sign. A breath of wind caresses...
It climbs the air; its rising, circling flight expresses
a joyful sight.
A twisting dive, a swoop of wings, a swallow's beak snaps shut
around the tiny butterfly. The cruelty converts
the blissful fluttering into a cramping knot of hurt.
With drooping head,
I trudge to bed.
How can I live abundantly when life resembles Sheol,
where I'm straggling through the dark--no map, no route, no goal—
and predators are on the prowl to feast upon my soul?
I shroud my face
and my disgrace.
Don't hide and keep your heart from me, by circumstances bound.
Hide in the shadow of My wings, where steadfast love abounds.
Profounder joy and brighter light are nowhere to be found.
Come to Me
and be free.
Hues of pastel pink and blue now paint the new day’s sky.
I get up and spread my arms—I am God’s butterfly.
In His protection and His force, with eagle’s wings I’ll fly.
No time to waste—
there's life to taste.
The poem refers to the following Bible verses: Psalm 36:7-9, Isaiah 40:31.
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