telling the bees
God is a fuzzy bumble-bee sitting in the still air
God is the still air
God is the blue-green beach
at the town common
where yellow and peach coloured
snapdragons nod on the breeze
one day I shall be telling the bees
saying your names again
light and shadow so heavy
I cannot not utter them in places that are grey and busy
or even honey coloured places
where sun shines through windows in lovely beams of light
I shall tell the bees one day
in the stillness of air
where each movement of their irridescent wings
is a fluttering of my heart
and all my words are tears and honey
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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you