Frank Vurraro
The Chrysalis
In the master’s secret place, he forms a tiny chrysalis so often
disregarded in the natural mind. In it, he offers protection, beyond
measures of the temporal mind. Dwelling within, we are his own
precious stones, each facet polished and patterned after the
cornerstone, a mosaic being, wonderfully fashioned within—a divine
plan—fully known only to the master. Each stone radiates a luster, not
exactly like that of the others. Miraculously, all form an eternal unity,
one in perfect order, harmonious and full, a complete bow, holy,
blessed, chosen, predestined. The chrysalis, a tabernacle of the
master’s perfect love, nurtures, comforts, and instructs us, purifies and
prepares each stone for its metamorphosis, only possible at the master’s
appointed time. None ought emerge before that time, into the
unprotected outreaches of what seems to glitter, but in reality leads to
destruction. We must await the master’s hand to be set free, to soar as
monarchs ourselves to great heights, that all might know
the glory from out the master’s secret place.
Selah.
