Tuesday, 14 February 2017

telling the bees

God is a fuzzy bumble-bee sitting in the still air
on snapdragons

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

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