For Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 59 Poetry Contest
What nectar is to a bee - Oh, such sweet divinity! What warmth is to the live oak trees - as they bow their limbs to the mighty breeze What milkweed is to the Monarch butterfly lest its caterpillar lack for nourishment and die What shelter and food are to the birdling - Lacking energia, it cannot grow nor can it sing What rainfall is to the thirsting flowerbed causing each bud to bloom and in joy lift its head What the flowing stream is to the deer that pants until he finds it near What God’s breath is to life and empowerment when wind that whispers His love is sent What nectar is to the bee is what sweet Jesus is to me.
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