Soon the bud will unfold
soon the gray will be gold
soon the cocoon of why
will free the butterfly
oh, for all the woe and hunger this life wills
it does not stopper the fount that spills
with thrills of its sweetest loveliest things
like babies and flowers and butterfly wings!
It trembles like a butterfly
Unfurling perfect wings
From a cocoon of sod and sky
Like day breaks through night’s strings
To meadows decked in seasoned sweeps
Of pink, white, green and gold
It shimmers, glimmers, laughs and weeps
As its colours unfold
It trundles down the country lane
And rolls across the shore
It sparkles in each drop of rain
It fills the bud with More
It flits through fingertips and stars
It drips and roars and spins
A deluge from unstoppered jars
Pouring out groans and grins
It tries the patience of the young
It tests time’s wizened ways
A strange essence of pictures hung
Just beyond our gaze
It wafts, as soft as snowflakes fall
Then sets its steps in stone
Where, after it has decked earth’s hall
No legions can dethrone
It keeps us all on common ground
Momentous mystery
Where tick by tock it is unwound
In what yet waits to be
Where what yet waits to be is not
Shadows and tangled strings
It is the promises of God
Unfurling Perfect Wings
© Janet Martin
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