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
and said..
...'for even a blade of grass has its short. tall moments
and for whatever season it endures creates reason to adjust to its involvement'..
bzzzz.... bzzzz....
i argued..
...'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
and said..
..'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..
stating..
..'for your idea of a blade of grass
bzzzz...
..i shiver to think what you feel about a flea
bzzzz... bzzzz...
..but yet here you are..
bzzzz... bzzzz... bzzzz...
one willing to listen to the simple ramblings of a BumbleBee'..
bzzzz... bzzzz... bzzzz... bzzzz..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem