METAMORPOSIS
Having just emerged from its cocoon, a butterfly sit on
a leaf, its wings spread wide so the sun can dry them.
In a few minutes it will fly for the very frist time.
Not to long ago it was a caterpillar eating its weight
in leaves. Do you think the caterpillar new it was going
to be a butterfly when it closed itself up in its cocoon,
did it know a metamorposis would take place.
Does the butterfly now sitting on the leaf remember it
was a caterpillar. Or does it now, have no memory of its
former life, and this is like a birth, the only one it
remembers.
When our time comes to leave this world, will a
metamorposis take place. Will we come out the other side
changed, will we remember the life we left behind. And
like the butterfly, will we also fly for the very first time.
Having just emerged from its cocoon, a butterfly sit on
a leaf, its wings spread wide so the sun can dry them.
In a few minutes it will fly for the very frist time.
Not to long ago it was a caterpillar eating its weight
in leaves. Do you think the caterpillar new it was going
to be a butterfly when it closed itself up in its cocoon,
did it know a metamorposis would take place.
Does the butterfly now sitting on the leaf remember it
was a caterpillar. Or does it now, have no memory of its
former life, and this is like a birth, the only one it
remembers.
When our time comes to leave this world, will a
metamorposis take place. Will we come out the other side
changed, will we remember the life we left behind. And
like the butterfly, will we also fly for the very first time.
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