A Bee's life journey
Bees to whom days are but duties
And what matters
Only honey furnished interior,
Hive they in a peaceful tree house
Or city sick with slums and human bombs,
Like love makes no distinction
Brews for anyone
Even before love knows it is love.
Faithful to his gift of silent service
As best, integral to grace,
buzz far within the pollen
To the corner of creation
Till laden with what is sweet only
Yet takes no credit
Save continues to hold and serve
Something this exact, the real.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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