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Bee Honey
1 min readMar 27, 2020
The bee has everything
of need, so God put the hand
down my throat and removed
the fear.
Hurting and exhausted, the fear
made itself known in front of
me.
There it worried, worried
worried, worried, worried.
I acknowledged it — the fear
then sent it up
into the sky
as love —
I made the fear into love.
It rained love
love filled me
paid my debts
and filled me
with peace
so deep
I call it
honey.