~ Bees and Butterflies ~

Lord, help me to be small again
Sweet as an innocent child,
Down on the level of the swaying flowers
With their gentle smile.

Give me of your loving grace
To find joy in the teeny weeny tasks,
The small, the menial, the unseen
Whatever is required of my heart.

Give me the humble wisdom to accept
Whatever comes my way,
As sent only from Your loving hand
For all I'll learn today.

The sharp stings I encounter
Might be just my goals being blocked,
Help me to rest and bloom sweet as a flower
Even in a battered wind-blown spot.

For whatever shall rain on my heart
May compassion grow deeper within,
To bring out in the stinging pain
Gifts of Your fragrance, pure and sweet.

Then when You call, I will fly, fly fly
Shed my cocoon, as a wondrous butterfly,
One day open my wings and just fly away
Some day way up in the sky...

Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au

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