See in the caterpillar the butterfly it becomes.
See hope wash away despondence.
Let children be children
becoming their calling.
Who’s served
when pupae are pushed
out of their chrysalis to fly?
Grace comes
neither too early nor too late
but just in time.
~~~
Linking with DVERSE’s Quadrille prompt. Kim wants us to write a 44-word poem using the word ‘Early’.
The photo was taken last summer in Maine when we visited Gulf Hagus. We had just forded the river to go to the woods. Right on the bank of the river was a big rock full of (what looked like) White Admiral butterflies. What I captured in the picture was only a fraction of the butterflies that greeted us. It was awesome to see so many hovering around us.
This is beautiful, and I love the picture. Butterflies can be so hard to get good photos of. I love your closing thought, that grace comes just in time.
Thanks for the kind words and for dropping by, Linda.
beautiful capture Imelda, and yes grace comes just on time and in time.
Thanks, Gina. 🙂
That Grace comes when needed should be enough reassurance to make us folks patient and trusting, right? no. 🙂
very true Imelda
Lovely shot and verse, Imelda….so true.
Thanks, Sandy.
Good point about when grace comes and beautiful butterflies.
Thanks, Frank.
A beautiful picture evoking beautiful words.
Butterflies must surely be one of Nature – or God’s – most beautiful and ethereal manifestations.
Thanks, Ms. Jenner. I agree with you about butterflies – they are perfection. 🙂
Yes just in time. Love the message and your photo as well.
thanks, Grace. 🙂
It must have been amazing to see so many butterflies in one place at the same time!! Beautiful capture and poem Imelda.
Thanks, Amy. That was my first time to see so many butterflies. It was kind of surprising and awesome at the same time. 🙂
nice message
Thanks. 🙂