A Butterfly at Last!

I attended a memorial service for the daughter of a dear friend of mine yesterday. It was not as sad as I had expected it to be, as the young woman had died quite suddenly; but rather it was truly a celebration of life. My friend, the mother of Wendy, spoke after the eulogy, and comforted us; though we were there to comfort her. She spoke about the joy her daughter had always brought her. She talked about the love and devotion Wendy had for her two young sons as well as for her husband. She talked about her daughter's love for God and the trust she had in Him. She also told about Wendy's love of butterflies. I want to share the poem which was read during the service in remembrance of a beautiful and joyful young woman:

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Transformation by Kristi A. Dyer, MD, MS

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For years I remained hidden from view afraid to show myself or my true

colors.

Cloaked.

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Concealed

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I ENDURED.

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Waiting for the spring with the sunlight the signal to emerge.

Slowly.

Cautiously

I began to unfold my wings, finding the courage

discovering my strength.

In awe I marvel at the array.

Deepest sapphire blue.

Renewing amethyst violet.

Tranquil aquamarine.

Iridescent blushing rose.

Sparkling.

Radiant.

I TAKE FLIGHT.

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~ In Memoriam, W.K.F.J.

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