Two sacks of pollen on his back, the sturdy little bee, hard at work, that delicate physiology, which has to survive in our environment, the natural replaced, the bee works hard to find safe places, like the Spirit from above, that has to compete for space, with such a myriad of vices, still the bee goes, never gives up, the honey has to flow, he is loyal to his queen.
The nectar is yellow, two little spheres, the days harvest, he is top heavy, the little fella, Solomon sipped coffee, admiring the work ethic of the little creature, how nature has to work so much harder these last years, a reflection of the confusion that has set in among-st the human race. Meanwhile two pigeons sit above on the roof, he is dreaming of his mother, a day at the races, occasions she loved, they being connected to family, a Father with a direct connection to Heaven, he is having a chat with her, watching her as she watches the race goers, in her eyes, the great love she has and will always have,for her beloved Father.
Memories, July,the summer holidays, the weather predictable, sun mostly, rain when needed, all summer long. But that was a long time ago, Solomon wore short pants, no worries in the world, the next day the next adventure. How far removed he was from those days, but so rich the memory, they always stayed. Some like to hang onto misery, which they wear like a badge, encouraged by others, who have taken an interest in misery too. How they never or rarely recall the words of Jesus, and they all believers, amen.
Was it being sentimental, was it childish to still love his mother, she had passed up, and left him an eternal legacy, and the spoils of it came readily,even if others thought otherwise, fools, those who dare attempt cutoff blessings from above, such is the strength of the connection. The world needs the practice of Jesus immediately, to help the world rid itself from the fears, created by those, who enjoyed control over others, amen. Solomon sighed, Dear Almighty God, your children are asking, amen,reassure them, amen. The believers, they had read the scriptures too and the warnings, so one would expect, it cured any doubts he had; you must approach God in the guise of child before a loving father, not as one intending to deceive, amen.