That there lightning bug

I walked out through the garden
on a dark and moonless night
A thousand golden candles
flickered there within my sight.

With a graceful flowing motion
they were dancing all around
Ever silently, softly, glowing
from the tree tops to the ground

Like embers from a fire
they shot into the air
No pattern to their movement
just darting here to there

As falling stars that travel
through the darkness of the night
Nothing seems to bother
the capers of their flight.

When the show was over
and the candles ceased to glow
It surely made me wonder
how it could be so.

The magnitude of energy
that each little body must hold
Is a story that's written in Heaven
and by humans cannot be told.

It is here I sit in solitude
content to gaze in space
Thankful of the privilege
for this hour of grace.

The katydids kept singing
and the crickets held their beat
As I walked from out of the garden
on slow and dragging feet.

The Old Fisherman
(My Favorite)