Wings of Becoming

by Rev. Jeff Byrd

Within the hush of sacred soil,

A caterpillar dreams unseen,

Bound to Earth, it creeps and coils,

Yet holds a pattern so serene.

It does not fret, nor question why,

It spins it thread and says goodbye-

To what it was, not what it will be,

For Spirit stirs its destiny.

 

And in that still, cocooning place,

No striving mars the silent grace.

It yields, it trusts, it simply knows:

True transformation always flows

From inward realms, where Love has shone,

From One Mind where all seeds are sown.

 

The duckling, mocked and cast aside,

Sees only what the world denied.

But oh! Beneath that gangly skin,

A great truth glows bright within.

Not made by chance nor flawed design,

But by Divine intent aligned,

It walks the path the seems so long,

Until one day – it hears its song.

Reflected in a still, clear pond -

It sees the grace it grew beyond.

 

So, too, with us, on this soul ride,

We shed old shells, we stretch inside.

This path of truth reminds us well:

No outer chains no inner hell

Can hold us from our truest birth

For Spirit knows our boundless worth.

 

We’re not fixed form- we’re Thought made light,

Ideas shaped by Love Divine,

Our lives unfold in perfect time.

We claim the Truth we speak the Word,

And through us God is seen and heard.

 

From crawl to soar, from cast out fawn

To regal wings and grace redrawn -

Transformation is the Way,

The birth of Truth through light each day.

So let us yield, let go, allow,

The Spirit lives in us – right now.