I met a honey of a Bee

by CRAFTY KEN   Mar 4, 2019


I met a honey of a Bee

She was hovering just above the petals of the beautiful flowering Begonia tree, she caught me eyeballing her, and, said; hey, are you looking at me?
I said; forgive me, but you are a great mystery, and, how do you fly, with that bag of pollen on your knee? You fly fast and slow, baffling our wise men, you know.

She laughed and said; my design is not found in a person’s head, the Creator gave me an instinct, even though my head and brain are small, this endowment guides me to all.

She then asked me a question; who made you, mankind, and, the whole Creation, the Sun, Moon, and, Stars, answer, if you are one of the earth’s great masterminds?
I had to laugh again, one of the earth’s lowest insects, just made a fool of me, you see!

I love you, to her I said, because he sent you to educate this worldly head, in order to worship him alone, and not the*creation instead.

*They exchanged the truth about God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator—who is forever praised. Amen. Romans 1:25

Check out Egypt to confirm this truth, their Sun God did not save them from becoming dust and worn down monuments.

Author Ken
March 4, 2019

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments