THE STRUGGLING BUTTERFLY
Behold the fly, the strong and ardent
Fighting like warrior to pass through the glass
Struggling all day, exerting force
To do what it thought it had always done
Quite transparent the glass may be
Quite spotless the solid crystal
Light can pass through the colorless
But no! No! It is not the thinnest air
Who would help the helpless fly
To discover an opening on the other side
Should I whisper, it would not hear
Should I shout, I'll threaten it more
So is a man in his world unknown
Struggling, struggles, witty sidestep
To pass through the crystal of his life of war
Should a Master be found to whisper the Way.
Oh! What needless pain he'd dare to bear
Hmm,tired and worn, the fly layed
Wounded, exhausted and dying.
So it is of a Christless life
Who may labour in vain till death
---2002 ---
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