How often I need to visit you, Lord
seeking you throughout the day
as a bee seeks flowers
constantly searching for sweetness
Again and again
I alight in little pools of beauty
drinking deeply to refresh my soul
and sustain my flight
If I failed to do so
out of busyness
I would be as a bee
too distracted to visit flowers
and would end up a dry shell
on the parched summer pavement
Draw me to you, Lord
with your beauteous colours
your enticing fragrance
your delicate invitation
like an open flower
waiting for a kiss
Remind me that with you
hot summer days and hard work
turn into liquid golden honey
and in all things and every day
keep me bumbling towards you
Just East Of Crazy Land 
Amen, sister. Verse three is exactly the faithful space I am in these days.
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Yeah, it’s so easy to get to that place of interior dryness in our busy world…the beautiful thing is that we can always start afresh, every day, because God is patiently waiting to rejuvenate our spirit, just as the flowers await the bees. All we need to do is fly to him in our hearts.
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Beautiful poem Anna and I love the photos too!
Greetings from Poland,
Anita
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Thanks, Anita! The garden is just exploding with flowers right now and is such an inspiring place to pray. All the best for your summer holiday in Poland!
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Nice! I’m going to go out on a limb here (humbly so) suggesting that my garden was partial inspiration for this poem? If so, I am humbled and happy that it did. ALX.
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Might I add (gratefully so) that it was the inspiration for the poem! It’s gorgeous!
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