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Drops of Nectar

At summer's end, at perfect time,

_   Hosta shoots reach up high;_

As the purple cups, hanging down,

_   Beckon those flying by._

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With whirring wings and slender beak,

_   Colors catching the sun,_

Humming birds feast as they hover,

_   Always amazing one._

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Yet on this day, the lumbering

_   Of those inside the cup,_

Fumbling, tumbling, the bumblebees

_  Rouse this watching one up._

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For while drinking drops of nectar

_   Prepared in flower'd jar,_

The bees, unknowingly, bear gold,

_   Life that's spread near and far._

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_ So__ too we receive His blessings_

_     Not seeing __as we taste, _

Others touched as we're becoming

_    The vessels of His grace._

 

Barry York

Barry York

Sinner by Nature - Saved by Grace. Husband of Miriam - Grateful for Privilege. Father of Six - Blessed by God. Professor at RPTS - Serve with Thankfulness.

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