The image of a bumble bee in flight…still hopeful, this bee. Despite its limp and curling petals, the tulip holds some promise. A bit of nectar perhaps. Some pollen to be gathered?
Emily Dickinson mentions bees rather often in her poetry. Let us continue our tribute to the fine bumble with some of her verse:
Some things that fly there be,—
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Of these no elegy.
Some things that stay there be,—
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this behooveth me.
There are, that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies!
– Emily Dickinson
Both the poet and the bee – manifest Divinity – to Him all glory be.