From Mary Robins
Long she rested within her own inner larva skin,
dried,
unshaped,
sleeping.
Slowly she opened:
her inner butterfly,
new and moist,
came to her.
They rested together in the Sun;
she let the butterfly reach her inner being.
And there SHE was,
Creator, Redeemer, Sustainer Being –
Beautiful, Perfect Love.
And as she walked under the trees
she knew Christ is risen