The faith of your youth was not sufficient,
You have outgrown it.
Like discarded clothes
You have cast it aside,
And trampled it.

As the hesitant adolescent
Disdains the toys
And books of her youth
So you disdain your faith of childhood,
And spit on your old life.

The world was so clear, when you gave your life
Following the call
To the ends of the earth
and suffering all things
For Him.

Now He no longer exists,
In your mind, his call
Was delusion and fakery
And the mission you gave your life for
Was a myth and a lie.

The faith of your youth
Is no longer sufficient.

Darkness falls, the caterpillar dies
A dissolution of juices and goo.
Where is the purpose in life now?
Here in this cocoon?

Hanging here in the dark is nice
Despite the pain, at least it’s comfortable.

The faith of your youth
Is no longer sufficient, it has died.
And now you hang here, at the end of all things
No choice but to die.

But there’s treasure in these ruins,
The house had to fall, there was no other way.
From the embers, a phoenix can arise,
From the cocoon, a butterfly may fly.

A new faith arises, not at all like the old one
How can the caterpillar contemplate flight?
Don’t worry any longer about the faith of your youth,
Insufficiently useless – cast off now, it’s gone.

But look at the sky, love
Your frail wings are sufficient
They grew in the darkness, you didn’t even see them
As they dry in the sun,
Take rise, love, and fly!