Sunday, August 26, 2012



There is tremendous pressure when from the seed breaks the shoot
There is a great energy spent when the infant comes from the womb
There is enormous straining as the butterfly escapes the cocoon
So why should my life be any different?

There is a great fragility as the shoot breaks through the soil
There is the same as the infant breathes in the toil
There is that moment that the butterfly cannot 
So where am I in this vulnerability?

There is tremendous stability in the ancient oak
There is a vast wisdom in the ancients’ cloaks
There is truth and wonder in the butterfly’s flight
So why should my life be any different?

K, Duane Carter 2-16-12