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
3 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.”
3 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.”
4 “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.