September 16, 2013

Hello everyone. This letter will be pretty short, so don't take it personal. The week was good, and I am still living. I hope my driving habits will stay legal when I get home =P circumstances. . .

I have thought a bit this week, among other things, about insects. A caterpillar will, when prompted to do so by nature, spin a cocoon in which it will change.

met·a·mor·pho·sis  

/ˌmetəˈmôrfəsəs/

Noun

1. (in an insect or amphibian) The process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form in two or more distinct stages.
2. A change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means.

I had this come to my mind, so I will share it.

I close my eyes- now darkness prevails

I try to move, but the function fails

I feel the embrace of a well made shell
I wonder what secrets my Maker will tell

From within, I see nothing- but a difference I feel

And oft times I wonder: "Is this truly real?

Am I still myself? The same blood? The same name?

Am I growing and changing, or is this a game?"

The world doesn't know me- it sees not the change

That's happening within me- for now, I am strange

No more will I walk among filth and through grime

Now challenges sought for mountains to climb

The shell starts to weaken- I'm now breaking free

I've become a new creature- I've become a new me

The time is behind me, now lost in the past

The change understood now- emerging at last

I break through the sunlight and breathe in the air

Take flight into new life- astounded I stare

My eyes have been opened- I see what He sees

His work was successful: a Chrysalis for me

Mission is my chrysalis

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Start Strong: Finish STRONGER!

~Taggart Williams