Song, Sorrow and a Flower

I have a song of sorrow in my heart.

you only know.

The first born light today

shines on me.

while I suffer notes of weariness

shadows play in minor key.

I lay down in cool downy greens

and I see

notes in blues and reddish hues.

Up and down the scale it goes

a song begging to be free.

shelley rae bell

Just Like This

 

The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough.

Rabindranath Tagor

butterfly-2

 

“The great loneliness- like the loneliness a caterpillar endures when she wraps herself in a silky shroud and begins the long transformation from chrysalis to butterfly.
It seems we too must go through such a time, when life as we have known it is over- when being a caterpillar feels somehow false and yet we don’t know who we are supposed to become.
All we know is that something bigger is calling us to change.
And though we must make the journey alone, and even if suffering is our only companion,
soon enough we will become a butterfly,
soon enough we will taste the rapture of being alive.”
~
Elizabeth Lesser