The sugary scent of Sprite must have lured him to the can.
Unaware of how close he was to a fatal swat,
he lingered, soaking up every bit of sweetness he could find.
I had no reason to hurt him.
I was really in his world anyway.
Outside, I feel a bee has a few more rights than I do.
Inside may be another story.
As I watched him move around the rim of what to him was a metal flower,
I couldn’t help but think of how close I was to also being hurt.
One sip from the can without looking,
and I would have had a nice big bee sting right on the top of my lip.
So there we were.
A bee and me…..
both hovering over a sweet but dangerous drink on an otherwise beautiful, sunny day.
I’m starting to see life a little more like this moment.
One sip and everything changes.
Choose wisely, reap the benefit.
Choose carelessly, reap the cost.
I’ve been careless along the way.
I’ve missed the bee on my Sprite can of life,
and I’ve felt the sting.
I’ve also seen the bee on my Sprite can of life,
and turned the other way.
And it’s made all the difference.
Choose carefully today.
Avoid the sting.
The tongue has the power of life and death,
and those who love it will eat its fruit.
Walk with the wise and become wise,
for a companion of fools suffers harm.
Submit yourselves, then, to God.
Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.