The Bee

Is God’s gift,

God’s plan, his path to flower,

His proof, mystery, victory

To me

So subtle is

The spade–

The key, the seed,

the melody, the song that

unites the life circle, an earthly symphony;

The bee, which on weed doth feed

Now I

To harmonize, and stem the tide

Of death–this present death of stinging pest–

Am ignorant of the music;

What remains to me?

Too late it seems

Too late for a new song

Late life the circle harmonies

God, sing.