The Dragonflies Dance
On a late Summer day in August
a light breeze is the catalyst
for winged dragons that emerge.
I watch an ancient tradition
unfold before my eyes
as the dragonflies dance.
They swoop, they dive,
and then bow, and curtsy
pirouetting on air currents.
In my minds eye
I see myself dancing
With the winged creatures.
We dance for the designer,
rejoicing in exuberance
for the gift of earthly days.
Forever changed we become
as He joins in the dance,
and we dance symmetrically.
Someday the King and I
will for all eternity
dance with the dragonflies.
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