Wings

If the wings of a butterfly

   Can shift the winds of a hurricane 

Then 

  What can

   You and I

Do? 

If a butterfly 

   Never see’s 

It’s wings

  Then 

How can they change the winds of a hurricane 

With something they aren’t aware of having?

. . . What could you or I do?

If a butterfly 

   Starts off as a caterpillar 

Never knowing 

   What they’ll eventually turn into

   Then

 What could

   You 

And I

  Turn into

Some day?

. . .

If you had a spark in your heart

  Would you strike it?

If you could fall madly in love

If you could turn a drop of rain into a tidal wave 

    If you could change the direction of a hurricane 

If David just needed a stone and some courage 

  If you could shake the earth with your soul

If you could take a step and climb a mountain

 If you were big 

       Bigger than you ever imagined 

If the nuclear bombs ever go off

   Would you protect your family? 

Would you step out in the blast

    And use your power

To alter it?

   Would you use the magnetic field that is omitted from you with every heartbeat?

Would you ask God for a miracle?

   Would you do what you always could?

Would you start a riot inside of your soul?

     Would you use the wings you can’t see to fly?

Or would you still spend your nights alone at home?

     If you could change the world

Would you?

If you could save people

Would you?

Then,

      Why don’t we do it?

. . .

If the wings of a butterfly

 Can shift the winds of a hurricane 

      Then 

What can

    You and I

Do? 

CH 9/5/24