the last great Council

THE
BEES
SACRED PURPOSE

For centuries beeswax,
In the sanctuary reigned.
Our sacred purpose
From the first ordained.

Producing honeycombs,
All that, we handle --
Though our sacred purpose?
The Holy Mass candle.

But at the last council
Of the great Church bee
Man turned to man
Birthed sterility.

Graces for fruits,
Crops and offspring,
Schools, churches shut --
Can’t pollinate a thing,

Until man again
On His altars lets towers --
Candles of beeswax,
Sacred purpose…
…all ours!