We Strained the Honey
We strained the honey, it flows like light
On our bread’s darkness; we take a bite,
Lost in the glorious mystery
Of wilding sweetness that sets us free.
How precious to set aside our shrugs
Of unbelief and squash them like bugs!
Minds that are closed can open anew;
Eat of our bread now—we break it for you.
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on September 27, 2020, in Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry, The Whirligig and tagged break, can, closed, darkness, flows, honey, light, lost, mystery, precious, shrugs, strained. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.