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(I have happily seen more fireflies this summer than in years past. This poem is in honor of their shining example.)
By Mark D. Stucky
Through dusk’s shadows they soar, flickering evening lights, flies flashing cold fire, bugs unleashing lightning, micro-luminescent, miniscule miracles. Though fainter than candles, clustered firefly flocks flash brighter than stars in summer night skies, sparking joyous wonder, fluttering till sunrise. In our darkened world, can we shine like them, glimmering in the gloom, gifting goodness and hope for all those who grieve until a new dawn? (First published in Feed the Holy, 19 March 2025. See also my poem “Candlelights.”)
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