It took longer than I thought for her wings to dry. She hung on the twig. Moved around to perch in different positions. Tried her wings. Hung there a while more. It took a few hours. But once she made up it's mind she was ready -- she took off! Fast!
Her first flight was only marginally successful -- she landed quickly in the grass. I was afraid the dog would step on her, so I put my finger down and she latched on. She sat there on my hand for a moment, as if catching her breath, then flew away up into the trees.
It was magical and I am reminded how powerful a symbol this is for our life of faith. I recently found this prayer that seemed appropriate:
A Chrysalis of Grace
God
give us
a chrysalis of grace
wrapped around
our lives
& our dreams
& around
our past.
And in the dark & lonely
sometimes
remind us
to change
& grow
as we wait
& wait
& wait
& wonder.
Open our eyes
to see a peak
of light
as bright
breaks through.
Then finally
finally
but gently
slowly
push us
into the future
to emerge
a new creature
transformed
to realize
these wings
are meant
to fly.
Amen .
by Tracey Marx
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