Make me as a flower in sun and rain.
May I, as by nature, turn to follow You
In Your course throughout my life.
Let Your holy, healing waters
Penetrate my being
As roots, planted securely,
In Your Providential soil
Drink of Your constant streams.
As it is Your nature to water and supply,
May I by Rebirth,
Unfurl my gowns
To Solomon's delight.
Flowers and Drunken Bees
Flowers in the rain
Petals open to sustain
Life that is and is to be
Crouched in hidden expectancy.
Bees by colors in delight,
Arrested, nay, beguiled, alight.
To sip and gather on furry feet,
Nectar, and pollen of life so sweet.
Flower to flower
In drunken run
Dance the mystery
Now begun.
* "A hapless male bee, blind drunk with the flower's overpowering pheromones, might well mistake a toadstool for a suitable mate" a tidbit from Wikipedia
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