|A story from Dylan’s funeral service keepsake book, Friday, June 29th, 2012|
In the bottom of an old pond lived some
grubs who could never understand why
none of their group ever came back after
crawling up the stems of the lilies to the top of the water.
They promised each other that the next one who was called
to the upward climb would return
and tell what happened to him.
Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek
the surface; he rested himself on the top of a lily pad and went thru a glorious transformation which made him a dragonfly
with beautiful wings.
In vain he tried to keep his promise. Flying back
and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below. Then he realized that even if they could see him, they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.