A few weeks ago, I was walking my dog down a trail through the woods. As it grew darker, lightning bugs materialized all around me, and that encounter planted the idea for the poem below. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find inspiration in God’s creation.
By S Scott Johnson
Flashes on the still night air
Points of light, they hover there.
Winged creatures pose in gentle flight,
Mixing magic with the twilight.
I watch for that fiery-red glow,
Though an intermittent show.
I wonder—is he there or here?
Guessing where he’ll reappear.
Katydids call, forest eyes blink
Causing my soul’s sorrows to shrink.
Tiny lanterns moving in the dark,
Creation’s small, splendorous spark.
Who fashioned this wondrous display?
Be careful the answer you weigh.
Thank You for this scintillating sight,
Oh God, our endless delight.