Collected Poems

~The ButterFly~
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.
One day a small opening appeared.
He sat and watched the butterfly for
several hours as it struggled to force
its body through that little hole.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress.
It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it
could, and it could go no further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He
took a pair of scissors and snipped off the
remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had
a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because
he expected that, at any moment, the wings would
enlarge and expand to be able to support the
body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent
the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body
and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not
understand was that the restricting cocoon and
the struggle required for the butterfly to get
through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing
fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so
that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its
freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need
in our lives. If God allowed us to go through
our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.
We would not be as strong as what we could have been.
We could never fly!
I asked for Strength.........
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for Wisdom.........
I asked for Prosperity.........
I asked for Courage.........
I asked for Love.........
And God gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favors.........
And God gave me Opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted ........
I received everything I needed!
May God Bless You.
May God Bless you with unspeakable joy, not only
in the world to come, but in this world also.
May your path be bright and full of light
everywhere you go.
-Author unknown-

~Angel In My Pocket~
I am a tiny angel,
I'm smaller than your thumb.
I live in people pockets,
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect.
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt we've ever met.
Before I was an Angel.
I was a fairy in a flower.
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels,
That He trains in Angel pools.
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands,
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do.
He said that my assignment,
Was to keep close watch on you.
Then He tucked me in your pocket,
Blessing you with Angel care.
Saying I must never leave you,
And I vowed to stay right there!
-Virgina-

Friends Are Like Angels
Our friends are like angels,
Who brighten our days.
In all kinds of wonderful,
Magical ways.
Their thoughtfulness comes,
As a gift from above.
And we feel we're surrounded,
By warm, caring love.
Like upside-down rainbows,
Their smiles bring the sun.
And they fill ho-hum moments,
With laughter and fun.
Friends are like angels,
Without any wings.
Blessing our lives,
With the most precious things.
-author Emily Matthews-

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