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Once deep within a shady glen where caterpillars roam
there chanced furry specimen who’d wandered far from home,
A daring bold impetuous worm , he’d ventured forth alone,
to feast his eyes on sights unseen, on places yet unknown.
When night-time came he chose his bed , a lofty evergreen..
and it was there he came upon a most enchanting scene:
For there , the sweetest caterpillar sat upon a limb-
he knew first time he saw her that this worm was made for him!
He inched his way up next to her and in a little while
he’d won her love and stole her heart in smooth and polished style,
he told her how she needed him and what he said made sense
an older worm , he told her how he’d much experience..
He knew the finest eating spots and where they could be found
and pledged to show them to her if she followed him around.
One day she awoke to find that he had gone , left her behind...
she hunted for him everywhere ,when head-bowed in deep despair
and then she spied his written note ‘Later my love ‘ was all he wrote.
and to the note a thread was stung up to a bag which swayed and swung.
O piercing pain! It made her swoon to see her love in a cocoon!
Her tiny heart filled-up with dread,unlearned in such, she thought him dead!
Solemnly swinging from a leaf his grotesque shroud stung her with grief.
She cried in pain “how can it be?” Why was my love taken from me?
What have I done , what hideous sin to never see my love again?
As time passed by , she thought she’d died , she felt so strange, so changed inside.
“This must be death-this is the end!” But it was just the start my friend.
" This can’t be death -I feel so FREE! Is this what death is meant to be?”
She checked herself , and of all things, she found that she has sprouted wings!
She fluttered to a near by stream “ This can’t be true, it like a dream!”
For as a mirror , she peered therein, and what she saw made her heart spin,!
She gleamed and glowed with colours bright, she clapper her wings in sheer delight!
She preened in joy -filled fascination, and felt the gaze of admiration-
She turned around , to her surprise there stood her love before her eyes!
For here on earth , the tale goes on for those who deem their loved ones gone.
They feel that death is must be the end, but death is just the start my friend!
For Christians like the butterfly, are resurrected when they die.
From this earth-bound flesh 'cocoon' the spirit flies, and very soon,
reunites with cherished friends- For those in Christ Life never ends!
Courtesy Mustard Seed. G T S
there chanced furry specimen who’d wandered far from home,
A daring bold impetuous worm , he’d ventured forth alone,
to feast his eyes on sights unseen, on places yet unknown.
When night-time came he chose his bed , a lofty evergreen..
and it was there he came upon a most enchanting scene:
For there , the sweetest caterpillar sat upon a limb-
he knew first time he saw her that this worm was made for him!
He inched his way up next to her and in a little while
he’d won her love and stole her heart in smooth and polished style,
he told her how she needed him and what he said made sense
an older worm , he told her how he’d much experience..
He knew the finest eating spots and where they could be found
and pledged to show them to her if she followed him around.
One day she awoke to find that he had gone , left her behind...
she hunted for him everywhere ,when head-bowed in deep despair
and then she spied his written note ‘Later my love ‘ was all he wrote.
and to the note a thread was stung up to a bag which swayed and swung.
O piercing pain! It made her swoon to see her love in a cocoon!
Her tiny heart filled-up with dread,unlearned in such, she thought him dead!
Solemnly swinging from a leaf his grotesque shroud stung her with grief.
She cried in pain “how can it be?” Why was my love taken from me?
What have I done , what hideous sin to never see my love again?
As time passed by , she thought she’d died , she felt so strange, so changed inside.
“This must be death-this is the end!” But it was just the start my friend.
" This can’t be death -I feel so FREE! Is this what death is meant to be?”
She checked herself , and of all things, she found that she has sprouted wings!
She fluttered to a near by stream “ This can’t be true, it like a dream!”
For as a mirror , she peered therein, and what she saw made her heart spin,!
She gleamed and glowed with colours bright, she clapper her wings in sheer delight!
She preened in joy -filled fascination, and felt the gaze of admiration-
She turned around , to her surprise there stood her love before her eyes!
For here on earth , the tale goes on for those who deem their loved ones gone.
They feel that death is must be the end, but death is just the start my friend!
For Christians like the butterfly, are resurrected when they die.
From this earth-bound flesh 'cocoon' the spirit flies, and very soon,
reunites with cherished friends- For those in Christ Life never ends!
Courtesy Mustard Seed. G T S
