Black Bee
Black Bee
Black Bee, what do you want?
What are you trying to say?
These are questions that
Puzzled me as you kept flying,
And darting around madly.
Is this a celestial dance?
Is it some sort of celebration?
Did you see me as an angel?
Or, am I an enemy?
Ideas of your mission kept
Popping up in my head.
To be honest I was rather
Perplexed. I had to be
Concerned since my wife Mary,
And son Matthew were stung
By bees on the same porch
Where I was meditating.
I kept an eye on this black
Carpenter bee. I was
Admiring what a beautiful
Creature it was. Its yellow trunk
And black extremity fascinated
Me. However, although at
Times it came inches to my
Face, it didn’t sting me.
It had to be a divine presence.
With Mary and Matthew was it
Different? Weeks before, they
Got stung, and used a sliced
Onion to heal their pain. One
Saturday morning, this was a
Lesson, I learned by listening to
The People’s Pharmacy on
Radio IQ, NPR Charlottesville,
VA.
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