Hello...
I came across this poem today. It arrived in my email inbox attached to a
weekly newsletter from Joan Chittister, OSB. Its simplicity and wisdom seemed
to wake me from my noontime slump. I share it with you here. It is a poem by
Alden Solovy, a Jewish liturgist, poet, and teacher that now lives in
Jerusalem.
Bees
The bees
do not stop
collecting pollen
when humans
murder each other
with guns.
The bees think:
How strange,
how low
on the evolutionary scale
must those humans be,
that they haven't yet
figured out
how to make honey
or peace.
Go into
our remarkable world, filled with the generous and the good as well as the
lonely and seeking, to join the bees - making life sweeter for those who need
our support and kindness... Offer peace by your very presence.
Do so in
the Name of the One who emptied Himself for the love He has for each one of us.
Amen.
💙
