Baptism

A caterpillar is he who stumbles
Into that sanctuary
To be molded and mended while reason sleeps
And awake to find himself different, quite different
Than when he entered

Beauty now supercedes his previous countenance
For he is a creature of divine spirit now
Transformed by holy glory
Saved and repented of his ugly past

Angel's wings he bears
To flutter here to there
Among the heavenly flowers
Of his new inhabitance
Only to be snatched up
And eaten by an abominable frog