Monday, September 21, 2015

O Bee!

Let me tell you, Friend,
of a gift
you once gave to me,

it was close to when we first met
amongst the rosehips and lizards
the close and swarming calmly humming bees

you asked me something,
and then I watched you
move towards the ground and sit
before me

you listened,
as I would sit in prayer

my heart welled up in my eyes
and honey tears
spilled over the edges
of my all my wounded places
i have never felt so heard.

I remember this
now and then
in quiet moments of sweet reverie,
ten-thousand tiny wings singing
it rose to the surface of my mind
when recalling a time
i felt like someone bowed
to the Queen in me.

Bless you, Bee.

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