Waiting
By Brooke Budewig
Dear dear butterfly,
Why are you waiting?
Are you scarred to fly,
or weary of your past?
Should I help you go,
or just wait for you?
I want to see you
fly in your glory.
You are meant to soar;
don't rest forever.
You have no limit,
to where you can go.
God gave you your wings;
you are enabled to fly.
Many wish to be
like God made you to be.
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