I wish I could whisper to the caterpillar
After she crawls into her cocoon,
while she’s turning into mush,
before she’s heard a word about wings.
As she begins the process of fully digesting herself,
I want to tell her it’s okay
to be nothing right now.
I want to tell her she was right
to follow that deep longing,
that primal instinct to hide herself
in the silence.
While she’s losing herself
in this ancient, sacred process
she knows nothing about,
I want to help her believe
in what she’s about to gain
and that it will be worth it.
God loves when we’re brave enough
to become like vulnerable goo,
putty in His magical hands.
He’s always planning wings
more marvelous than the last pair,
always waiting until we’re ready
to let us fly.