Sprinkled By A Bumble Bee - Poem by R.H. Peppers
life was strange to me
before i was frequently visited by a BumbleBee
from the very first moment He sprinkled me
Truths in Life became simple
though conflicted in contrast with my reality..
i would always ask questions
as He buzz'd around my head
unsteady and awkward
but seemingly without a care
the words He spoke to me
were profound and in ways i never heard
yet seeming to never have control of His flight
one would think..
...He should fly with the grace of a humming bird...
one day i asked of Him..
...'why do You not fly straight? '
He told me
...'the life of a BumbleBee has its ups and downs just like anything else.'
i further inquired..
...'so are you saying its not possible to always remain one way or another? '
He took His time
dipping low then rising high
...'for even a blade of grass has its short. tall moments
and for whatever season it endures creates reason to adjust to its involvement'..
...'blades of grass don't cannot think..
the Lord makes it grow that i may comfort my feet'...
He laughed a buzz worthy bzzzz..
circled a tree
then flew back to me
..'when Life is on the line
whatever so live
will fight to stay alive
..so much so that
even a split peach in a tree
will attempt to heal its wound
that it may stay perched on its limb
until its Time has been decreed..
He buzz'd away to a nearby flower
then made His way back to me..
..'for your idea of a blade of grass
..i shiver to think what you feel about a flea
..but yet here you are..
bzzzz... bzzzz... bzzzz...
one willing to listen to the simple ramblings of a BumbleBee'..
bzzzz... bzzzz... bzzzz... bzzzz..
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