This Isn't Only My Life

How many times will I have to create
why am I here?

Day arises from night.
My chest swells and falls with each breath.

I am human. In a moment I can lose
hold of who am I.

So come close. Move slowly, please.
I will try to show you very carefully...

unfolding my loosely held hands I reveal
myself a butterfly unfolding deep, rich colors.

There is light. Wings spread. Wind blows by and I hop
onto it from His hands like a hangglider off a mountaintop.

I fly in some godly direction for me to enjoy
as it unfolds even to myself.

Oh joy....Oh Joy!
This isn't only my life.