On Honeyflies and Butterbees

Oh, Gods so oft forgotten

and Goddesses gone before

there are times when we seem to need you

ever more and more

Seems we human beings, when we begin to moan

have a dreadful habit of messing up our home

sometimes so bright and pretty

well fed and happy so

Then we court our own disaster

the few pile gold and wealth

which brightens no one's future

nor strengthens the people's health

And in that lust our ignorance

seeks the help from a priest of god

that simply assuage the masters 

who  force with gun and rod

But when we kill the miniscule

the birds the bees the fish the bat

we lose the benefits of life and

we realise the world is built on that

Our hearts now open to the need, 

we call upon the winds of yore

we seek loved gods and goddesses

 we invented to serve before

Apyariadnae

Goddess of Honeyflies and Butterbees

(on white background)

16 x 16 x 2 Cut Paper

 (on red wall, afternoon light)

Completed 10/07/2016

copyright james m. frase-white