Water Bugs and Dragonflies

   Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft muck on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in a while one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about with its friends. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily, it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more.
    "Look!" said one of the water bugs to another. "One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you suppose she is going?" Up, up, up it went slowly. Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn't return. "That's funny!" said one water bug to another. "Wasn't she happy here?" asked a second water bug. "Where do you suppose she went?" wondered a third. No one had the answer. They were greatly puzzled.
Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together. "I have an idea. The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why." "We promise," they said solemnly.
    One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up, he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broken through the surface of the water, and fallen onto the broad, green pad above.
When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn't believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings. The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly.
    Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by, the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were, scurrying about, just as he had been doing some time before. Then the dragonfly remembered the promise: "The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why."
    Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water. "I can't return!" he said in dismay. "At least I tried, but I can't keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I'll just have to wait until they become dragonflies, too. Then they'll understand what happened to me, and where I went."
    And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful world of sun and air!

A Grandfather Sits Alone

    A grandfather sits in a room, dimly lit by a flickering T.V., holding on to the memories of a grandchild that wasn't meant to be. "It's hard to be a grandpa, no one knows just how I feel. It seems to me that strangers may think my pain's not real. It's hard to be a grandpa for I am not the mom or dad. But I am someone's father and it's my grandchild they had. And though I may appear to grieve just one, I don't think anyone can tell: I not only grieve my grandchild, I grieve my child as well. For it's my job to keep them smiling but this time it wasn't fair. There was absolutely nothing I could do to keep their child there." -Elizabeth Allen

Blue Against Blue


This heavenly blue butterfly

will fly high in the sky,

                        higher and higher.

The sunlight will touch

the blue on it’s wings

                until it seems to disappear.


We think it is gone,

because the blue of the butterfly

is the exact same blue of the sky.


We think it’s gone,

because our eyes are too wear to see-

and it is difficult

to believe what we cannot see.


But the blue butterfly is not gone.

It is still flying,

                higher and higher,

                nearer the sun.

        Blue against blue.

                    For now and forever.

I believe that there is a world

    beyond this world

        where every soul

                finds peace

        that there is a life

            beyond this life

    where love goes on

                        and on.

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