Walking on a sidewalk,
About two blocks from where I live,
I saw a caterpillar crawling on a bush
His old life soon he'll give.
In time he will eat his own cocoon,
Then spread new wings and fly away,
Forgiven of his hundred legs
That used to slow him every day.
I saw a deeper message
In this survival of the small.
For have we truly pondered this?
It will occur unto us all!
I want to go to Heaven
When I fly out of my shell.
I want to leave forgiven,
For I don’t want to go to Hell.
When I reflect on my past life,
I have broken off more than legs.
Before my wings open to the sun,
For forgiveness I must beg.
Forgive every word I may have said
That may have hurt or crushed another.
Forgive the times I disobeyed
My father and my mother.
Please forgive all sins done in the flesh,
That the world may want to cover.
But I know unless I confess them all
My spirit will only hover.
I want to go to Heaven
When I fly out of my shell.
I want to leave forgiven,
For I don’t want to go to Hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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