She sat down in a weed patch, her elbows on her knees ,
and kept her eyes on the small mysterious world of the ground.
In the shade and sun of grass blade forests,
small living things had their metropolis.
~Nancy Price, Website writer and poet
This writer is describing a kingdom that exists in probably every square foot of ground in any garden, and it is not a singular kingdom. In and around blossoming things there’s yet another mysterious metropolis. In it airborne living things yearn to “possess the sweet of every flower that blooms,” and so in that above-ground realm there really is a very simple equation: if there are no flowers there are no pollinators; if there are no pollinators there are no flowers. One simply doesn’t exist without the other, at least for very long. The hum or buzz of the pollinating agent and the flower’s blooming go hand in hand. Together they dance the dance of life and commit their acts of love. And so it is that different life forms as well as scripture “remind us that there are other voices, other rhythms, other strivings, and other fulfillments…” How I’d love to hover over the petals of a rose, peer deep into its center, and then dive in to taste its “sweets” like the wasp on this bi-colored Scentimental rose.
God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding. ~Job 37:5 ✝