seen a field filled with fireflys flickering on a summer’s night? heaven’s living lights twinkling, stars come down from the sky to move about the meadow – free to frolic in the twilight deepening, their lights dancing in the darkness – lighting the earth like the sky
the meadow a reflection of the starlit space above, till earth and sky are one, nothing in between – stars who hold their course through every season and fireflys who shine so short a time in summer’s all too brief appearance – yet in this one moment stars and fireflys alike are one and the same – stars light the earthly meadow as fireflys fill the heavens . . .
until the dawn, with her appearance, brings the magic of the million twinkling, dancing, living lights to an end – this miracle amid the mundane of an ordinary summer’s night, now only a memory in the mind of anyone so fortunate to have beheld at all — the night that heaven and earth merged in the meadow – the night the stars came down to dance with the fireflys and the fireflys flickered, floating, frolicking, filling the fields of earth so full that they overflowed ever upward, joining the stars in their eternal dance, filling the sky above as well – on that most magical of moments in the meadow, once upon a summer’s night . . .
“Lift your eyes and look to the heavens; Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name. Because of His great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.” (Isaiah 40:26)
sincerely, Grace Day