Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Poem: Fireflies

Photograph by Tsuneaki Hiramatsu through repeated eight minute exposures at night

Some moments the Spirit glows
And I light up like Christ
My face flashing with his presence
And children gather in wonder

Some moments I go dark
Listening to too many lies
I sink under sadness for my sins
In the night I forget his forgiveness

Such short hours we flit above the grass
There is only this night to shine
So let us be the brightest of your fireflies
Until morning when the sun will rise.