Quest

The buzz of a bee
Has awakened me
To a truth worth my recall,
As he came in my door
And rushed to explore
Painted flowers upon the wall.

It seemed he’d wear out
As he flitted about
Among false things seeking real,
But he found with despair
There was no nectar there
For the false cannot bear God’s seal.

We humans should see
Better far than the bee
As we look for a soul-filling meal,
But with blinded sight
We grope in the night
Among false things seeking the real.

Jesus sees our poor plight,
And He longs to give sight
As He tenderly lifts us above
To His garden that’s real
Where we’ll taste and we’ll feel
And be filled with His nectar of love.

By Linda Lane Gage, age 17