My Brother Bee

A worn-out bee would rise and fly but falls
Having always flown it will fly no more
And knowing or not knowing then it crawls

Having always known I would only soar
When I came to be as this bee is now
That I have to crawl on the ground till then
I see that we are opposites somehow

But in the same predicament today

I hope it knows not as I know not when
It will fall still and I will fly away
And yet it might know as I might know too
To die to fly is what we are and do

This bee and I like Peter on the sea
Treading the elements till we find out
Will soon learn our lessons of faith and doubt

As we both sink will anyone catch me?

My brother bee I leave you now to fly
As you have flown in life now as we die

+Steven Curtis Lance



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