Metanoia

For the caterpillar to be transformed

into a butterfly,

it must allow

the dark night of the chrysalis

to enshroud it.

There it must wait patiently

in trusting passivity

while the work of transformation

is darkly, secretly accomplished.

It does not analyze

what is happening,

nor make judgments.

It must simply be

in the darkness,

waiting peacefully for the unknown day

when it will emerge

a beautiful winged adult

to effortlessly lift itself

to heights above.

The wondrous work of God

takes time,

God’s time.

No wishful thinking,

no study,

no meditation or other exercise

can transform me.

All I can do is prepare myself

and remain open,

trusting in

God as Love.