Free At Last
I just saw a lovely pastel sketch of a ‘butterfly’ and woman merged into one mythical creature
The title of the piece declared
Free at last…
We may long to be free of the restrictions being human brings
to feel freedom like the creatures of the air
even on a spiritual level
But before the caterpillar becomes ‘free’
it must first submit to a kind of death
to a death of familiar
death of safe
death of known
death of its old life
its old ways
its perceived power and control
it must submit to the silence and isolation of the cocoon
it must submit perhaps to the unknown…
It must trust instincts inbred
to find
that right place
that right season
to weave a cocoon in the right way
then
entangling oneself within
remain completely vulnerable
and wait
whilst changes of mammoth significance occur
not once questioning or interrupting the process
Perhaps if we
Listened for God
in Silence
In Isolation
trusting Him
to provide
the right time
the right space
the right season
to follow where He leads
Obedient to His promptings
Not insisting on
our way
our time
our terms
our conditions
our control
To leave ourselves open to Him
become entangled in His Word
to remain vulnerable to Him
defenceless in the face of
Who He Is
Then perhaps we will find
that prison gate swinging wide
right where we are
And take flight in Praise of Him
He is the Key
to true
Freedom
Words and Pictures © Denise Stanford-Buller 2016
Within the Vine 
A great blessing to read your post, Denise, thanks for sharing. Rosemary
Thought provoking. Thank you.