Dark Cocoon 2 Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

This was a challenging year in which I would experience the loss of a special relationship, the separation of my parents followed by divorce, and the death of my grandmother. It felt like a deluge of grief continued in three parts, followed by by the process of my life being reassembled in the midst of new realities. It felt much like the process of what some call 'caterpillar soup'; the caterpillar in the chrysalis is broken down and reformatted, so to speak, into an entirely new and different creature out of the matter of the old. Much like the Word speaks of those in Christ becoming new creations and the old is past away.