My Take
DiVoran Lites
Early morning on the porch.
Steaming coffee in blue Corelle.
Tiny black ant scurrying over the table cloth
Squash or don’t squash.
I look up again.
He has made it over a white paper.
He hesitates, wiggling feelers to measure
The step-down.
Without thinking, I squash.
Oh, no, my heart cries.
So quick.
He’s gone.
A kindred sentient being.
Who would have rather lived on.
There will be mourning back at
The anthill. And who will do his job?
1 Peter 3:8
Finally, all of you should agree and have concern and love for each other. You should also be kind and humble.
DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn. She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”
Old Things R New 
Your poem made me picture this moment so vividly in my head. Pondering life, no matter the size of its package, is worthy of our time. It’s a privilege to have time to ponder and notice the smallest of things. And for that I am grateful.
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