When the bees begin to leave their honey mansions
to go find groceries
for the village symphony,
Groggy earth and sleepy branches
their memories of winter
& by the trillions
begin to smirk in wondrous, green diversity.
That’s the joke,
they now recall:
death is an illusion.
When the green, again, appears
I consider every moment
something would end:
me (or what I thought was me)
my love for another.
How can something that is endless end?
Whoa!!! That is amazing AG! Way to go!!!
Patrick Murphy CPCC, ACC
On Mon, Mar 29, 2021 at 7:00 AM Ashton.Gustafson wrote:
> Ashton Gustafson posted: ” When the bees begin to leave their honey > mansions to go find groceries for the village symphony, I remember to > notice the green. Groggy earth and sleepy branches gently thaw their > memories of winter & by the tri” >
Green!! One of my favorite thoughts!
Oh! May the God of green hope fill you up with joy, fill you up with peace, so that your believing lives, filled with the life-giving energy of the Holy Spirit, will brim over with hope!
Romans 15:13 (The Message)
Thank you!! D
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