A Buzz

The preserved flow.

The flow that preserves.

The flow that delivers my sweetness.

The flow that represents my abundance.

The produce of that which reproduces.

The product of that which buzzes.

For there shall be no sting in this tail.

Psalms 118:12-18

Like swarming bees, like wild prairie fire, they hemmed me in; in GOD's name I rubbed their faces in the dirt.

I was right on the cliff-edge, ready to fall, when GOD grabbed and held me.

GOD's my strength, he's also my song, and now he's my salvation.

Hear the shouts, hear the triumph songs in the camp of the saved?

"The hand of GOD has turned the tide!

The hand of GOD is raised in victory!

The hand of GOD has turned the tide!"

I didn't die. I lived!

And now I'm telling the world what GOD did.

GOD tested me, he pushed me hard, but he didn't hand me over to Death.

In the midst of the buzz.

In the midst of that which buzzes.

In the place of such noise.

For it is the sound of the buzz.

For it is the product of that which sounds the alarm. The product of that which alarms you, of that which brings fear to so many. You look for the sting in the tail, but shall not find it.

For in the place of the buzz shall come the flow. From the noisy place shall come the sweetest thing. From the place of containment shall come the flow. The uniquely designed containers shall deliver my flow.

The genesis point, the delivery point, the point of delivery.

From the place that unfurls and brings attraction, from the collection point, to the delivery point, to the point of containment, to the point of the flow.

From the honeycomb comes forth the honey.

For the flow is sticky, yet it flows.

Unexpected volume, a river of honey, a particular flow, for the particles on the surface reveal the sweetness of what lies within.