Butterfly Philosophy
If a drop of rain falls upon a butterfly's wing,
Does it feel like the heavens are destroying its spring?
If it flies against a strong whispering wind, and is blown to the side,
Does it fight against it, or simply change direction and glide?
Sometimes we battle against the rain that so heavily falls,
It feels as if the heavens have bounded us within these walls.
Sometimes we fight the cyclone as it blows us back where we started,
It's as if nobody wants us to succeed and we soon become fainthearted.
If you didn't know, the butterfly lets the rain slide down his colourful wings,
It carries on flying towards the sky, awaiting the next surprise heaven brings.
If you were in doubt, the flow of the wind was the guided hand of Light,
It brought him to safety, to flutter amongst the heavens for another night.
So I took this passive faithful philosophy and embraced it as my own,
I now look towards the clouds of amber, knowing I am free to roam.
No matter how hard the gust blows, I know it's not the road meant for me,
For the path of God and the light of heart has shown me how I can be free.
I wrote this poem when I felt my life was being guided by some powerful invisible force, I was brought back into the ways of the church by the very magical meeting of my Fiancee whom gave me a new meaning to life, as you may have read in my poem - "All I have become,in love or in life has been made by the worlds you created inside me" - I concidered my life to have really started when I met her. Love is the most precious gift in this world, to have somebody who can create such feelings in your heart can only be sent to you by God. I adore God and all that he gives us. We will always be indebted to him for the life he gives us.
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