Present Unfolding
The young monarch emerged weak, clinging to life.
All that was, now is become broken:
A soundlessly shattered chrysalis, opening clear.
Weighty wet and warped wings, hanging hopeless, waiting.
No past, only future folding and present unfolding.
Trumpet lilies sound the call: new life, now.
No more dark earth. No more dying down deep.
Live up, shout out without words, alive!
Good-bye bulbs; so long bugs.
Color the air, anoint spring with the chrism of your breath.
Now is today.
But still I wait; hoping and falling and crawling until I know what wings can learn.
The young king genuflects, three pairs of knees to the earth.
This dark ray divides in two, a horizon of orange, spotted with storm clouds.
Beneath patiently-powerful violets, rocks split,
purple whispers rolling the stone away.
The cross now dust,
Only the oak with open arms receives her guest.
I am on my way.
About the Creator
J W Knopf
JW enjoys travel, singing, hiking, ice cream and being around water. Favorite reading and writing subjects include philosophy, theology, spiritual well-being, history, biography, political theory, mental health and disability issues.
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