Fireflies
© 2018 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
Tiny flashes light the path
Winding through the forest dark,
Minute points of silver light
From heavenly anvil spark.
There’s wonders in the night time
That can only be perceived
By wise and curious people
Who always have believed.
The brightest beam of sunlight
Is not as welcomed or fair
As those sparkling lanterns
And the One who placed them there.