Killer Bee or Honey Bee Grief?

                                                             Bees

                                                 

                                                  Sometimes it hurts…really hurts,

                                                  the grief that swarms like killer bees,

                                                  the winged warriors bred for torment,

                                                 without mercy, to sting long after

                                                  their victim dies. The harrowing of hell,

                                                  this daily dying after the death, with

                                                 wounds that keep wounding, and pain

                                                 that blinds the eye for seeing within;

                                                 the invisible work of hidden healing,

                                                 over time, that these were really honey bees,

                                                 to prepare the soul like a hive with combs,

                                                 to hold the hurt and transform the grief,

                                                 like the flower’s loss of nectar gathered

                                                 for honey, but with deeper promise,

                                                            the new life I could not see coming,

                                                            and have just now begun to taste.