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Sunday, August 17, 2008

"The Caterpillar"

From the complacent clouds neath a blanket of light
From the night sky above, from the stars ever bright,
Comes a call, a longing, nay irrevocable plea,
To the one who lies hidden in an old cedar tree,
For the caterpillar doth keep his place

And thus he slumbers never stirring
Monotonous days and nights enduring
Always from his original shape detouring
Till on beautiful wings the sky he may greet
With his cares to the wind he is longing to meet
And the flowers that bloom with nectar so sweet
Yet the caterpillar doth keep his place

And now he can feel it! his resurrection is near
to leave his small dungeon to join sky's that are clear
to the greet the world beyond, once again to appear...
and ah... he has begun to break free from his shell
to unlock the door to his previous cell

and away he flies to the suns bright rays
for metamorphosis is over and a butterfly he stays

Akin to the beautification of so unattractive a creature
Gods hand has shaped my grotesque and sinful nature
not have I one thing in my self worthy of the glory men
accept the alien righteousness which by the holy spirit Christ did send

And now that I am out of ideas it is time to say "The End".

-Written by Alex(no illegal plagiarism)-

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Grandma of Many said...

I'm not sure what this is Alex. You might want to clue us in. Love, Grandma Dot

The Goldman Family said...

Ummm... It's a poem about metamorphosis and transubstantiation?
-aLeX

Ginger said...

This reminded me of a quote from a book by Richard Bach called "Illusions"....the quote was "What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly".

Loved it.

The Very Tall Aunt Ginger from Arizona "Grin"

Kenny Anderson said...

Wow! Alex...

Very good, I like it A LOT! You are a poet and your poems show it! You know I know it. I knew you wouldn't blow it. If language broke down I know you could tow it. Whatever word you are given you could definitely throw it.

I really do love this poem... it is awesome! You need to keep writing them. (but transubstantiation... I don't think so; maybe regeneration). Keep em coming! Sorry I didn't see this post sooner.

The Goldman Family said...

Yes, I see your point. Transubstantiation is rather remote to, though not altogether unconnected to the subject at hand. 'Thank you'! for telling me that. See you at church today.
-Alex

The Goldman Family said...

Dear Son,
When I first read your poem, I was very impressed. You are truly a craftsman with words. I am thankful to God that He has given you such deep understanding concerning the Christian life, and I love to see you bring forth the treasures that God has put in you in poem and song. God is very pleased with you, and so am I! Keep carving and chiseling for the Lord. You're doing great!
Love, Daddy

Grandma of Many said...

Everyone must be seeing something different than me on this. Mine just shows a lot of green symbols with no words. I wonder what happened. I will show you Alex. Love, Grandma Dot