Beekeeper

Beekeeper

Two seemingly conscious people

set their eyes upon the thistle.

One sees the weed. One sees the universe.

Therein lies the great divide.

Someone must speak for the

banished and the shunned, the

wounded and the way. Someone

must pray the wolves across the

ice bridge to Minong. Someone

must kneel alongside the part

of creation left dying on the side

of the road. Up over the ridge lives a

man who keeps bees. He sells his

honey or gives away to friends when

there’s plenty. He goes to

church where he is told of his

condition. The preacher sees a

poor lost sinner. God sees the Christ.

(c) James Scott Smith

From Water, Rocks and Trees

Do you see the weed or the universe? How does that perspective shape the way you live your life?
What do you pray for? The wolves? The dying left at the side of the road?
Begin a poem with the words, “I see the….” allow your love of nature to lead the way.

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