Fireflies

August 23, 2022

A firefly could make me cry

As in the evening dim he flies

For in his simple dance of light

I find a glimpse of hope in night.

A far-off starry field so grand

Is wond’rous, tells of Mighty Hands

Yet in the gentle nightlings near

I find this comfort, Light is here.

Unlikely friends, these bugs of light,

With glimmered songs of hope at night

Yet in their companies aglow,

Profound and potent truth they show.