Metamorphosis

Change is often difficult, even when anticipated and desired.  It can be painful, leaving behind the familiar, the safe, in exchange for the unknown.  

Faith!

Like a hungry caterpillar, I have devoured life, growing fat and ready.  At times I have temporarily lost my appetite, shedding the old skin to expose the new, followed by an increased appetite for God and his creation.

Something new is on the horizon.  I am getting sluggish, finding my body inadequate, hindered by increasing limitations. My appetite for things once satisfying is fading.  

There is growing awareness of impending change, anticipation of something else, something beyond imagining.  Since a child I have dreamt of flying, as if it was perfectly natural, awakening to find it just a dream. It is as if something once real was lost!  Those dreams continue, more vividly than before.

The itch to find a place to rest grows.  I envision the arms of God inviting me for a sabbath, a refuge from the pain of decline.  When unable to sleep, I imagine myself going to the open arms, curling up on a safe lap, as my cat often does in the morning ready to end his nocturnal carousing, as my grandson does when he is tired after a time of energetic play.  

Rest.  Sleep.  Transform.

Someday, with what energy remains, I will crawl toward those arms, beckoning like a cocoon, and enter a final transformative sleep.  As a seed enters the ground and emerges anew, there will be change, like unto He whom has proceeded me and paved the way.  I will find the reality of that which before was only a dream.  

I will fly!

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