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Where Butterflies Have Been

Where butterflies have been a whisper is spoken ever so softly

Fluttering delicately I hear the gentle wings pounding my name

Sympathetically hugging my heart in my soul

Leading me boldly like a moth to the flame

Ever so strongly guiding and smiling, crying and floating

Quite overwhelming, confusing but amusing in life’s game

Throbbing intensely and feeling such emotion as overwhelming as waves in the ocean

Such love and compassion, grace everlasting and I have no more blame

In the cocoon I’m struggling and screaming; yet rescued and resting

Where butterflies have been

New life begins.

Copyright Kim Crawford June 3, 2009; revised April 14, 2014


1-2 There was a man of the Pharisee sect, Nicodemus, a prominent leader among the Jews. Late one night he visited Jesus and said, “Rabbi, we all know you’re a teacher straight from God. No one could do all the God-pointing, God-revealing acts you do if God weren’t in on it.”

Jesus said, “You’re absolutely right. Take it from me: Unless a person is born from above, it’s not possible to see what I’m pointing to—to God’s kingdom.”

“How can anyone,” said Nicodemus, “be born who has already been born and grown up? You can’t re-enter your mother’s womb and be born again. What are you saying with this ‘born-from-above’ talk?”

5-6 Jesus said, “You’re not listening. Let me say it again. Unless a person submits to this original creation—the ‘wind-hovering-over-the-water’ creation, the invisible moving the visible, a baptism into a new life—it’s not possible to enter God’s kingdom. When you look at a baby, it’s just that: a body you can look at and touch. But the person who takes shape within is formed by something you can’t see and touch—the Spirit—and becomes a living spirit.

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