Moths And Butterflies Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Life will take its way with you
Snuffing out or bringing to earth:
As a moth burns with the candle
The butterfly is torn by the wind.

But be sure to take flight first
Settling on damask or the autumn rose.
Ask: ‘why are you here, soul? '
And have your time at rise or rest.

From cocoon or chrysalis:
The moth gives up life for light
The butterfly its life for beauty
For freedom has its purposes.

Let eye-spots hold this insight
As love whispers to your wings:
'Taste the savour of your life
In velvet dusk and petaled dawn'.