Transformative

The worse the pain gets, the more the veil is lifted.

The caterpillar thinks it's tragic

and it's the end of everything

when the Master works His magic

and a butterfly takes glowing wing.

As Phoenix in the fire dies

to mourn the ending of his story,

can he see from ashes he will rise

in full and blazing glory?

And is the cancer's dread bone-pain

that dominates the endless night

the sign that something will remain

to join hands with the Light

and singing, skip down golden street

on feet once frozen, now grown fleet?