In his collection of poems titled After the Lost War, Andrew Hudgins chronicles the life of a Confederate soldier during and just after the Civil War. In “What Light Destroys,” the soldier fondly recalls a camping trip he once took with his four sons. One particular night the boys caught fireflies, pinched them in half and smeared their fingernails with the glow of the bugs. His sons took great delight in running through the dark woods, waving their hands.
All the main characters in John’s version of the first Easter are running as the narrative opens. We’re told that it was “still dark.” These runners surely looked like lightning bugs flitting through the trees—alive with hope, all three.