THE HURRIED HYMN OF A BUMBLING BEE
I can't slow down to sing a psalm
except
to hum,
I must stop in on Rose, Sundrop,
Geranium,
Forsythia, Tulip, Violet,
Chrysanthemum!
This yellow jacket that I wear,
this
royal robe,
Opens the door to every flower
I
care to probe,
To help make love between them live
around
the globe.
But I must hurry: tough, true love's
in
short supply,
I have a million visits due
before
I die,
And many hearts to link before
I
say goodbye.
Your name, Pure Being, sounds like mine,
Great
Hive of Grace,
Pure Beeing is all I can lay
before
your face:
Hurry! And we can make the world
a
honeyed place.
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary
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