gathered with my Father, Mother, Uncle, Brother, Wife, and Mother-in-law…
to gather together..
Oh God! You make me glad to be alive.
To share your very life, and love, to thrive
with your shallom existence, as a hive
of bees share their whole future, not to strive
against, and then compete themselves, they work -
I think the word "together" does it well -
as one united colony. Berserk?
I think its very "bee-ing" pictures "hell"
or "heaven", if you would, depending on
your point of view, your creativities.
Some people call what I call "Love", "A con!"
& with that, they would shrink our lives to bees'.
They shrink, to insect mechanism, all
that's higher, like our friendships, jealousies,
and hatred, humor, honour, justice, fall
to what can be experienced by bees.
But bees have sensibilities we don't:
and see the ultra vi'let, where we can't;
without a GPS, directions won't
cause problems for them, yet some humans aren't
so able, in the life-time of a bee
to learn to do so. Yet, if we could learn
to work together (human ways that we
have all experienced, though never earned),
it seems we might be-gin to find our means
to be-ing human be-ings - our "meaning".
Bee-hives can thus behave as similies
for heaven here on earth, with God as king.
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