Last night, as I was sleeping
I dreamt-marvelous error!-
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Antonio Machado, translated by Robert Bly

Bees weave their burden
In and out and in between
Ahh… Sweet Communion

© rita h kowats July 31, 2017