The Chrysalis

The Chrysalis
By Chris Commodore©2002

A while beneath a sheltering leaf,
A chrysalis incarcerated lay;
In open field or far out on a cliff,
Nature’s marvel sets its stage to play.

And in this cocoon lies a silent truth,
To be revealed in time, the Master’s proof
Unlike cold death with mortal in its spell
An insect exits from that holding cell

And time the chronographer
Keeps count of what’s unfolding
Just fifteen days thereafter
Out crawls a master painting

A little while life’s fluid fills its veins
As on that sack so patiently it lies
And manicures equipment as if reins
Another little while; behold, it flies.

The mind of the Grand Master
A painting, come alive
A wonder of all wonders,
True wisdom revealed, live!