Wings To Fly
I slowly awaken to yet another today;
another yesterday; finally is gone;
I look to the Master to show the way;
seeking his strength to carry on.
Life wasn’t created without a purpose;
perhaps I’m too blind to see;
I can feel God’s love; under the surface;
but how is it; God can love me?
I am one face; among billions of others;
a mere sparrow; trying to fly;
irrelevant; compared to my brothers;
where will I go, when I die?
I lived my life, in search of achievement;
did I live my whole life in vain;
instead of success; I suffered bereavement;
can loss be a source for gain?
How can the Master take notice of me;
what good did I ever do;
I’m as unworthy as anyone can be;
can such a life be made new?
This day is no different than any other;
tomorrow is a time to die;
faith brings a truth; all shall discover;
love gives us wings to fly.
I’m the caterpillar; a worm in a cocoon;
wondering just when I’ll die;
suddenly the grave becomes a womb;
the worm; a butterfly.
Monty 9.14.25. # 2,963