by Ken Cooper
THE BUMBLE BEE
From the
unrestricted freedom of the open air,
The
bumble bee flew unwittingly into our conservatory.
Within
seconds it had bumped and buzzed against an invisible window,
And
it repeated its actions in bewildered puzzlement.
Again
and again, in futile frustration, the bumping and buzzing reverberated.
It
just didn't know what was preventing it flying forwards.
So
it buzzed and bumped in blind repetition, for that was all it could conceive.
Ever
more tired and confused, its efforts became more sporadic.
It
fell onto the sill, near to giving up,
Gathering
strength for a final fling of desperate helpless hope.
It
didn't know that its plight had already been heard:
Two
kindly hands with glass tumbler and stiff card were on their way.
Sudden
entrapment caught the bumble unawares.
In
furious fear and tight enclosure, its
bewilderment was complete,
It
buzzed ferociously, loudly, fighting in utter ignorance of what was happening:
But
by the open patio door, released and now unfettered, it flew, flew skywards!
Zigzagging
in the unexpected joy and relief of freedom,
Not
knowing how, but wonderfully, gloriously, free.
Free
to be itself.
It
made me think.
How
often do I keep bumping along, seeing no progress, refusing to change my ways.
Not
realising what was preventing my going forward,
Not
knowing what to do, where to go, how to go, so just keeping safe (?) in the old
routines.
Perhaps
puzzled by the world's illogicality,
Not
prepared or even too scared, to challenge, or to follow a different way,
That
is already waiting:
Not
realising that sometimes the only way forward is to stop.............
Think. Repent. Be brave
enough and wise enough, to do something differently.
The bumble bee had been trying
too hard. Ultimately, by itself, it could do nothing.*
If only it knew that
help was at hand.
If only I knew.
Jesus said "Repent:
for the kingdom of heaven is at hand."
Stop
fighting! Yield the mortal self, the arrogance of self-will and selfish pride!
The
blind and stubborn mortal personality, shouting to exist, must go and be no
more.
Right where I am, the
door to the kingdom is already open, but in the other direction!
Love
is here, always here, omnipotent hands outstretched in tenderness and healing.
Be
still... Trust.... Yield..... Let...... Now!
Know
and feel that I am, and simply be, God's child.**
For
when I knew it not, Love had already taken me up,
Already
knew and knows my freedom.
Even
in the depths of despair, we can, in sweet self-surrender, suddenly find,
In
Love's care and protection, we are already in the heavenly kingdom.
Because
Love loves and liberates, releases from all shackles,
We
have the absolute freedom of spiritual being:
Wonderfully,
gloriously, free.
If
only we would turn:
Humble,
Be.
*"I
can of mine own self do nothing:"
John 5:30 (to:)
"Repent:
for the kingdom of heaven is at hand." Matt.4:17 Repent
**"Behold,
now are we the sons of God" 1 John 3:2 (to 2nd,)
©Ken
Cooper2016
