WHAT THE BEE SAID

A bumble bee
larger than ever


imagination could allow him


decides to attend
early morning mass


appears
out of nowhere


as if it had been
created just that second


by the Lord
God Almighty


imprisoned forever in
the stained glass


the frozen rituals
of the Mass.


And as the Holy Sacrament
is raised to Heaven above


(& inconsequential bread becomes
the trans-substantial flesh & blood)


the larger than life
bee


prays obsessively
droning out the priest’s voice


translating the sacred words
(so it seemed)


into bee
simultaneously.


I, now: listening
as a bee would


enraptured
captured


by this new(to me)language
of the bee.


The Gospel of the Bee?
“Just be! ”


The bee
a Biblical prophet


arguing fiercely & ferociously
with the human words


& our own
concept of God.


My soul stained
with the honeyed light


enthralling both
the windows & I.


As if to show us
that the here & now


is
heaven


the bee climbs
inside the chalice


of an altar
flower


& that God
is nothing more


than the parable
of this sunlight


the beauty of this
flower


held tenderly
in time

& that Love
is what you


create
in your mind.



I bow my head
(take to heart)


what I’ve been
shown


the moment
made holy


I worshiping
what I have always


known


believing in all
that the bee said.