Fireflies in a Tennessee Grove, Then Loneliness

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“and the angel departed”

The firefly twilight teaches you the things

You do not know but always know, unknowns,

But not, those moments.  Here you see no wings.

As if in mystical satori tones

Greens go.  They float throughout the grove, these blinks,

Blink, blink, then darkness.  Revelations come

And go.  These small ones are an angel’s winks.

The silent, saint-like seconds murmur, thrum.

If Jesus speaks in syllables of green

And tells you what you need in later years,

You will not be convinced that you have seen

His syllables.  You won’t believe in seers.

Some lonely moments came.  They came and went

And now you wonder if saints’ signs are sent.