Don't ever think you don't have power. The Lord has made us to use the talents we have to share with others. He demands we go out and seach for others to help with those talents. I am learning to trust my talent and be the example of what the Lord wants from me. Here is an example of what can happen when you allow your God giving talent  to touch another.. Please enjoy..

Written by

Patricia Haley,

This poem was written just for yours truly. It was based on six degrees of separation, and one singular conversation, that was communicated from one person to another. It started with me finding a wonderful bookmark at the Black Writers Reunion Conference, and I believed that the bookmark was especially made just for a girl like me. A conversation started, and from that, the birth of a poem. This was written by an incredibly talented person named KL.

Transformation.

The caterpillar moves into position.
The time reaches near, his end is the beginning.
How does he feel on the brink of oblivion?

We share the same existence as that caterpillar.
The vices, baggage, issues we carry come from the weight of contemplation.
If we are to conceive the newness which is to be our future, we can not resist the impending death of right now.

The womb is spun as the caterpillar assumes the position.
The cycle begins and magic is abounded.
Movement stills and the Creator whispers sleep.

We step forward to address our internal bondage.
The cocoon is slowly closing, we ask openly "am I really ready for this?"
Deep inside the Great One sends word "Leave that weight with me".

SIDEBAR: THIS IS WHERE I DISSOLVE INTO A POOL OF TEARS, BUT IF YOU TELL ANYONE, I WILL DENY IT, UP TO AND INCLUDING IN A COURT OF LAW.

The butterfly springs forth with only the memories of it's previous life.
He must face the world as the new creature he has become.
With each stroke of it's wings the change is complete.

It is time for the world to see the new you.
No wings as the butterfly, but a soul cleansed of the blockage.
WIth head held high, chest pressed to the sun, arms raised, you are transformed.

By KL.
http://www.klthewriter.com

PS: Do NOT try and jack this, he did type at the bottom of it "All Rights Reserved".

 More from Ms. Haley,

Patricia Haley Please Go to my facebook notes section and read my very first note. I am tremendously grateful to you. I hold that poem near and DEAR to me. You listened to God and wrote to and for me. It opened the door to me believing and hoping again. Never underestimate your gift. You saw something in me, something that equally needed to blossom, as well as be destroyed. So enter The butterfly. Words can NEVER express to you how very much I adore that poem.

Love the Butterfly,
Patricia.

K. L. Belvin