How great are the Father's creations
each one with beauty of its own;
The dragonfly that sat on the rail -
it's uniqueness called for a poem.
Transparent wings, with a tinge
along the outside edge;
It stayed long enough for a picture I snapped
while he rested awhile on the ledge.
Unlike any other winged-creature
and the first one this close-by;
I wondered why God made the dragonfly different
than, perhaps, the butterfly.
It's body is long and it has
large eyes -
a mosquito hawk, I read.
Now, isn't this God's power of protection
when the mosquito has brought sickness and dread?
Oh, the wonders of our world
and how God knows how and why;
For everything there is a season -
even for the dragonfly.
A reason for everything in our
and with trust and faith we'll see
That God's great wisdom is all we need;
to believe in Him sets us free.
Joan Adams Burchell
September 24, 2004