I made this painting decades ago,
but published it in the midst of the devastation of Iraq.
For me it expresses 2 sides to the world we are living in – the love of a mother versus heartlessness.
Even in my affluent country there is severe poverty and insecurity.
Here is the poem I wrote.
“And the Word became flesh
and dwells among us”
Our God was born human in a stable, became a refugee to escape death by a ruler,
labored with his hands, was an innocent victim of capital punishment.
Rising from death, He gave his own spirit into our hearts
to love and serve each other as He served and loved us.
May we struggle for world of peace with justice
where the lion and the lamb feed together
and a little child will lead us until
He comes in glory.
Trina Paulus – 2008
“Dear Stripe, my wings tremble with the idea of being able to tell our story around the world and not be confined to words on paper. So much has happened since we were born as caterpillars 40 years ago.
“Oh Yellow! We would not have dreamed we could reach hearts with our story bouncing off satellites in seconds. Who would have dared think there would be a worldwide invisible network so everyone can be in touch with each other?
“Stripe, I so want to tell our story so people everyplace can understand how lucky we were, how blessed, to get off that Caterpillar pillar before it was too late. It was so awful but we couldn’t imagine anything else. Everybody seemed to be climbing to get to the top so we thought there must be something awfully good up there.
“How wrong we were Yellow, me particularly. And I so wanted you to go back with me to find the secret of the top. How did you know that climbing over others would not get to a good place? You were smarter than I. You listened to your insides.
“Oh Stripe, I didn’t really know anything. I was desolate without you. But when I met a Caterpillar hanging from a branch I realized not every Caterpillar was climbing a pillar of squirming caterpillars. This one seemed in trouble, caught up in some hairy stuff.
“And Yellow, you didn’t just pass by; you asked if you could help. That simple question allowed you to get the answer that changed your life. This wise one shared the secret that has made all the difference. And when you became your true self you flew to me who thought to die as a Caterpillar was my destiny. We couldn’t speak to each other, but somehow you touched inside me and gave me the courage to get off the pillar.
“Stripe, since we’ve been able to fly, we’ve been able to bring so much love and life to millions of flowers by carrying pollen. What a great and useful life we’re having. Flying is so much better than climbing! I hope all caterpillars will be inspired to go into their cocoons and come out flying! There is truly room in the sky for every butterfly, but hardly any space at the top of a caterpillar pillar.
“Yellow! Being a butterfly is sure more fun than being a caterpillar. It feels like we are touching that “more” of life as we bring Hope For the Flowers to so many. Our book has reached millions, let’s hope our e-book will reach billions. Just imagine the better world that’s possible if 1 billion caterpillars get off their pillars and start to spread love by serving each other! We can fly and carry the pollen of love from flower to flower!
“ In Hope always!”
Stripe and Yellow
Insha allah! God willing! In the name of God the merciful and compassionate. Let this revolution of hope be a beacon for the world.
Have you ever seen such rejoicing as the scenes today in Egypt? I haven’t, especially among so many, so uncountably many?
As someone who worked in Egypt and loved the people and was sorrowfully evacuated at the end of the Six-Day War in 1967 these days have been very gripping to me.