Bumblebee and me
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Bumblebee stumbled like a drunk
crossing dry leaf ground
and made for overhanging plant
where sun patch had been found.
Climbing flower like mountain face
bee reached his summit peak,
there paused to take the warming rays,
feet combing head and cheek.
Bee seeing near three petaled flowers
dipped in them one by one.
Revived and fueled with warmth and food
he flew towards the sun.
That morning willed my body sore
towards the edge of bed.
I slowly lowered feet to floor,
thoughts ordered in my head.
With kneeling hassock to both knees,
and seeking daily bread,
I made my morning's prayerful pleas
with word devotions read.
Then standing ready for this day
with heart and mind now one,
my body rises, filled this way,
to glorify of the Son.
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2020
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