No open book of scripture is a match for a hive of bees
Not words and their completeness but pollens and the drunkenness of their sweetness
To see something of what it means to be inside the crowning of a great miracle
Take yourself with a torch into the world of bees
Witness the sweet and dying returns of a God kept in mind
In the hives of ascension and across our human lands
The democracy of being able to sting is the democracy of restraint
Better applied is the soothing hive and its sacred schemes

Ronald Rae