Bee Not Afraid

 I was just thinking about bees and Israelites, and rembered a fragment from a song I heard at church:

"...bees aren't afraid,

they go before you making 

honey so sweet 

to mix into your tea."

This must have been a great comfort to Moses and the gang on their way to the land of milk and honey.

And I had never thought of bees as brave...in fact, I hoped they weren't 'cause I'm allergic too bee stings...but think of it, they had to be brave to be a Plague of Egypt, and help the Israelites escape.

Really makes me think.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is SPECIFIC.

We have got to bee specific 

when we talk 'bout stinging bugs

that can be far from terrific;

in fact, I really think they're thugs

looking for someone to stab,

not caring if they die in sending

me to a cold mort'ary slab

anaphylaxis as my ending.

That did nearly happen once,

and I thought that I was heaven-bound,

but I am not quite the dunce

and in the years since I have found

that avoidance of the lethal stings

lies in killing all the bloody things.

Three minutes forty-five.

Syl thinks I have a bee in my bonnet.