The bug had wings,
The door was open,
But the bug just kept walking across glass
Looking and longing for a way to salvation.
Then, seeing the dilemma,
The man, gently placed a glass,
The sipping kind,
Over the bug on the glass,
The seeing through kind….
And taking a small painting of insects in the grass,
He slide it under the bug…
Briefly trapping it ….
He carried the insect out the doorway to freedom,
Where it promptly flew away.
We all long for salvation and freedom…
Sometimes we can even see it right before our eyes…
Even it we can’t find the door.
It’s ok to accept assistance,
Even if it feels a bit like being trapped.
You will remember your wings when it’s time to fly.