Dragonfly… (Micropoetry)

 

Behold, flitting in and out of the

prairie grass into the sunlight,

then back into the shadow of the

wildflowers again.  Can you hear

whispering, Dragonfly is my name;

I am one of God’s angels.  A voice

lost in the silence of death, I live far

beyond the prairie grass, and I visit

here to tell those who love me that

although the earthly body is gone…the

soul and love last forever.

 

I am the Dragonfly!

 

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