An eternal perspective hovers
outside at the edge of my thoughts.
Clear at times, but cloudy most days.
What do they say?
Partly cloudy with a twenty percent chance of rain?
Rise above the clouds and it’s sunshine.
Into each life a little rain must fall.
Clouds are necessary for rain.
Why rain, God?
“Well, my little Bee,
there would be no flowers for you to pollinate.”
God’s eternal overview of our lives
Is how miracles occur.
Going from flower to flower, gathering nectar,
And passing little particles of pollen
To germinate long after you are gone
And blossoms become mature fruit
And the bee goes happily along in the sunshine,
Blissfully unaware of the miracle
She’s created, savoring the joy of delicious nectar
And her end result, sweet drops of honey.
BEE is not always aware how her actions
Affect others.
Every once in a while, retrospectively,
A blind bump throws another off course.
Then, surprise! They share a piece of gratitude
Showing appreciation for the BEE.
That’s the sweet drop of honey that
Like Dew, drops from heaven
Into an otherwise lonely life.
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