Bees are Humming
Carla Muller - June 13, 2021
Old man walking on the shore alone
Says, I can see every stone I’ve thrown
The ripples reach across the sea
And the waves, they bring them back to me
Oh oh oh oh Oh
Oh oh ohhh
Oh oh oh oh Oh
Oh oh ohhhhhh
Little girl on her Daddy’s knee
Says, I know, one day you’ll marry me
Well, if Mama needs you, who’s gonna be
Brave enough to carry me?
Oh oh oh oh Oh
Oh oh ohhh
Oh oh oh oh Oh
Oh oh ohhhhhh
Every Sunday, learned the Book from him
Tales of Fire and Brimstone, and Seraphim
We all knelt down around their bed
As angels shimmered in my head
Oh oh oh oh Oh
Oh oh ohhh
Oh oh oh oh Oh
Ohhhhhh
Bees are humming in the walls tonight
I can hear them, thrumming, bright
Hold my breath, my eyes shut tight
Through the eaves they take their flight
Oh oh oh oh Oh
Oh oh ohhh
Oh oh oh oh Oh
Oh oh ohhhhhh
June 14, 2021
I was always terrified of bees and when I was a little girl, I heard a news story about bees being in someone’s house, between the walls. Thousands of bees! We used to go to an old cottage when I was little, and I was convinced that they were there. A motorcycle would idle in the distance and the thrum of its motor would become the bees; an air conditioning unit, etc - my imagination was very vivid. And I thought that if I was very good, or if I could somehow make it through the night, unscathed, they would fly away. I also believed very strongly (still do), in angels. My father being a minister, we all knelt around Mom and Dad’s bed every morning to pray, (before we were even awake, sometimes!), and he would pray for the angels to protect us. I really thought I could see them, just a shimmer in a dream, or on the water, or in the mist if I turned quickly enough. And I always imagined them just filling the space around my bed, so even though I was frightened of monsters, ghosts or even bees, I would know that I’d be safe. They were like an umbrella over me. And I’ve always kept that feeling, that even when things are darkest and I am most afraid, if I can weather the storm, the fear wouldn’t overtake me if I don’t let it. If I have faith. This year and a half has been so frightening, and I’ve felt myself, at times reaching the brink, the tipping point of what I can take, and the bees came to me in a dream; I could hear them, thrumming, in my heart and with every breath. And it’s funny, because Michael had a dream like that when he was only 3 years old, and knew nothing of my childhood fears. He woke up, and made the shape of the peak of a roof with his hands and said, “Bees hurt Michael, Michael’s dream!” He wouldn’t go back to bed that night until I told him about my angels, and tucked him in with us. He had that same dream several times as a child, and I always thought it kind of miraculous, that we not only shared similar dreams but we are both allergic to bee stings. I’ve had other symbolic dreams, but this is the one that came to mind when I thought about overcoming fear.
-Carla
