All along….

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“The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.”
― George Carlin

Inside the cocoon is peace.
Silky darkness spun in silence.
The stone has not been rolled away.
This is not the day but the night.
And all is calm and all is bright.

Outside the world is waiting
with its neon and its come on.
The new-born love sent from
above is hesitant to appear.
And all is calm and all is bright.

The time is right and day takes
night away and love has come
to stay among the shattered bits
of hate that linger.
The moon now pointing to the finger.

Oh, love, sweet love, thou bid me go
in this cold world that doesn’t know.
My beauty bare, my carol spare
and I am here and I am there.

The rags and tatters of my bright wing
give me great cause to do my thing.
I love myself in all my grace while
shining in this dreadful place.
I love myself and right the wrong
of not loving myself all along.

Vicki Woodyard

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