flight of the butterfly, rising free
From the darkest corners of misery
Grow the subtle agents of change
In the dimly lit lost memories
Clever, dark and strange
Opening our hearts
To newness divine
Sprouting, Growing, Flowing
One river, perfect Mind
You have transformed my life;
I am reborn in your holy
Image. Jesus, You are the bread
Of eternal and perfect life, both
In this moment and the next;
And in the next.
In Your supreme power is
The source of all life,
The source of all love,
The source of all grace.
In you, I am again today,
As I was so many yesterdays ago,
I am again today…
Made whole.