by Mark D. Stucky

Will my shell crack open
from external stresses?
Will my soul ooze out to sizzle over fire.

Will my soul simply rot inside my shell,
forgotten and leaving inside
a core of putrid mess?

Will my soul hatch through my shell,
transforming and breaking through
into a joyfully chirping new life?

My soul has sizzled at times,
burned by flames of misfortune.
My soul has rotted at times,
despairing over the global future.
Will my soul still hatch in time
for renewed life and glory?

Mark D. Stucky has degrees in religious studies, pastoral ministry, and communications. After being a pastor, he became a technical and freelance writer. In his day job, he’s documented technology products (ranging from building automation to satellite communications). In free time, he’s written articles, stories, and poems on a variety of (usually spiritual) topics. For more writings, see cinemaspirit.info.