by Fred Miller
I pause to gaze upon the lively dance of a tiny honeybee, a frenzy of energy and pluck, a known resolve of orderly purpose, his animate nature no more than a speck in our immeasurable cosmos. What should I think of his sly little shuffle? To-and-fro, he boogies about with wild abandon in rhythm with a gentle summer breeze that dusts his bristly fur coat with sprays of glistening gold and magnifies the regal nature of his pursuits. Perhaps he may deign to share a sample of his savored treasure, so rare and fine, with one who pays homage to his time-honored quest. Just a taste, I think, a meaningful reminder that I’ve yet to lose touch with the inspiring ambrosia he guards so well. No, I dare not inquire and interrupt the spirit of his diminutive existence, one that fulfills a noble aspiration of sharing with others who await his mission, a revered destiny that brings sustenance and meaning to the long chain of God’s unending glory.
Fred Miller is a Californian writer. Over fifty of his stories and poems have appeared in publications around the world over the past ten years. Many may be found on his blog: https://pookah1943.wordpress.com