Metamorphosis

A caterpillar creates his cocoon, sleeps and emerges as a butterfly.

I spun a web for myself. Though the outside looks as white silk, from the inside all that can be seen is darkness. All I can see inside my heart is the black of sin.

I have no idea who will emerge when I am removed from this season of - I don't even know what to call it. But He promised it would be good. So it shall.

Funny, I remember saying if the longer it takes the better the outcome, then take as long as you want. But today I heard myself say "Get me out of here now!"

Just don't leave me in here Lord!