Eternal sweetness

Eternal sweetness                                                                                   

On its outward flight, the honeybee

zigzags its dogged way amidst the garden 

scents and colors, collecting in its honey pouch

here and there the makings of sweetness.

But on returning – home to the hive –

there is no waywardness, no lingering in its labor. 

Laden, ponderously caked,

full of pollen it makes a beeline

for the dripping honeycomb

and the Queen’s golden haven.

Would that I be, Lord, on my way home,

forsaking the world’s bright wavering garden,

having foraged all I need of it to enter in

and turn the inner realms into eternal sweetness.

O child of God, how fanciful you are

in depicting your inevitable return to Reality.