Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Close.

As a bee rests on a flower
with pollens stuck to its coat
and the taste of honey
ever in its mouth

As a wick embedded in wax
drowned in the scent of vanilla

As a lead engulfed by wood
and led by an unseen hand

Closer is He to us
than we can ever think
or imagine.

13 August 2020

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