Fireflies
Sixty days…
That’s all you’ve got to stay with me
and take me under bark of trees.
Spring lilacs and dandelions, wild
flowers witness scent of souls.
Sixty days…
Down caves of deep soil cakes we lay
naked in glow. Seethed in grief,
placid in kiss in trails of snow.
Sixty days…
Unfulfilled, but released
Luceferin, transparent,
yellow lights; on and off spread
“Miracles of fireflies!”
One by one I count you,
in the dark. Sent for signs
flying to my hands. Coming
to me, blinking in circles
like tender halos of God.
Every night as clouds transform
in fogs of grey, you come back
To me – in rays
Cluster of golden leaves,
dropping from the sky
as you are sent, fireflies –
come to me, light my way.
Tell me, how is God’s flame?
Go glow firefly, in God’s /Jesus’ Holy Name.
/Arrowtarget. Rosevoc2. posted in January 2014
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