Videre Recte

A firefly lit on its way to the sea,
Asking, "O Sovereign, send us a guide.
I and the fireflies blinking by me
Are meant for an overseer by our side—

An aerial leader to strengthen our wings
When nocuous zephyrs beleaguer our joy;
To remind us of truth when the turbulence brings
A threat to extinguish the light we'd deploy."

The Master, in wisdom, provided a pair:
Bright lampyrids to example the path;
The first, Herculean, his mate, debonair—
Duel iridescence across mount and strath.

The captain, he taught the young swarm to be patient
And examine more closely the Master's iotas;
To seek sagacity, but to see it as nascent;
To pursue harmony—to endure in the codas.

The helper, she showed them a hearkening ear,
Suspending attentive as he spoke to the sparkle,
And ever was cloaked with a smile sincere,
A spirit industrious, a care matriarchal.

So the sparkle was sharpened, was shining more surely,
Was fed as it needed with knowledge and song;
They were nurtured and nourished to fly more maturely;
They were challenged and trained to abide and be strong.

'Til the fireflies' Chief, (still He called to the sea),
Told the pair of a new path to fly for His Son.
To the pair, the swarm sang, "Double honor to thee!"
To the two, the Chief said: "Labor on, and well done."