But What of the Womb
"We leave this dark womb for the light of Heaven.We are as caterpillars here in this life;
death is the cocoon;
new life is the butterfly living eternally."
But what of the womb
and what of the cocoon
and the dangers that so often loom
in these places that are given for us to rest.
These are places of continuous test
never once becoming the best
at anything in this life as we trudge through
moving through the murky sludge that adheres itself
like glue
to our souls that carry what we hold to be true.
This life in these dark places,
all peoples come, heads down without showing faces;
colors do not matter or ethnicity of the races.
We all must travel this journey of Neverending
from the time we are created to the time of new beginnings.
We suffer in silence while all the while pretending
to be alive in the unsatisfied belly that takes and consumes.
It is in the darkness of these tight suffocating tomes,
that we have to learn to breathe and live in silent rooms...
Waiting for the cracking and shedding of these old cocoons.
"I will fly into eternity.
I will soar above adversity.
I will breathe the
air of redemption
and sing without contention
for all the times of my life past.
In each one was a lesson to be learned
and then last
until the time that all wisdom is passed
down to the next generation
of worms."
Kathy Lockhart
7/3/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-07-03 at 16:18
Tags Life Resurrection Death
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