The Soul of a Butterfly: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
To shed this shell that holds the soul so dear not wanting to let go of the life it holds; it will always be clear this body is not forever.
Though I learn to crawl then walk and run with mirth upon my face as a child; though I learn to love and think as a youth it’s clear that this is not my true existence to be.
Soon this shell that is fleshly tempted will grow old and fade away; my heart will burn like a radiance never seen.
To be free at last and to rest forever in the love that will never lose color in whom I am to be in the end.
By John McKinley Pride Jr.