The year of 2012 was
suppose to be about butterflies
I had designated the images
had posted
them
around the social
network
And told friends – time
to come out of the shell
Time to shift
This will be the year of the butterfly
that breaks free to be a beautiful
flying wonder
The year was to be
about transition
Coming out of the
cocoon and of our own will – flying free
I was so certain,
that I could do it alone. That I could do it all by myself.
Fly free-
Free into the world
of the desert
Free into the world
of self discovery.
Placing every idol I
could
Before God- meaning
My ‘cause’ – the noble
idea of the how politics can save us all
Meaning
My ‘love life’ – the
idea that a mere man can save me
Meaning
Me, myself and I.
Meaning Ego- driven identity
with idols at my behest.
But 2012 was not
because
God has other plans
For me to be free- under His Will
For me to succumb to
the will of Christ our Lord
And to allow, on my
knees, for the Holy Spirit to fill me with joy and understanding
The year started out
glamorous and full of potential
Pregnant with my own
desires
With a deep need to be
accepted to be liked
But then – like a
flash of lightning
The whole thing
shifted
To the cicada
A somewhat uglier
creature
That toils inside the
earth for years and years
Only to reach the
surface and break free after a struggle
This image – serves
an example of what I must do
Struggle against my
vanity
Struggle against my
pride
Submit to the will of
God
And only through Him,
out of the struggle – Fly.
