Goodness of Grief

  Killer Bees or Honey Bees? 

 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 of deeper promise,

              the new life I could not see coming,

              and have just now begun to taste.