Early in the morning, while the dew was still on
the vegetation and the sun was visible, after
having walked about a mile into the woods, my
spirit was delightfully lifted by a sweet scent
that filled the air.

Before I could see what had produced the
sweet fragrances that greeted me I knew
there had to be honeysuckles nearby.
Advancing not many paces ahead I saw bell-
shaped white and yellow flowers that beautifully
adorned the top of green bushes beackoning me.

I stood still as I inhaled deeply  the drifting fragrances, envisioned hummingbirds sipping nectar and honey bees buzzing that I was so familiar with during my boyhood when I assisted my part-time beekeeping father tend the thirty- odd hives of bees we owned.
I could not, nor did I want to, forego the opportunity to act on my natural urge to break  off stems of several
honeysuckles and taste powerful sweet aroma and like the hummingbird sip their nectar.

Celebrating those moments I said, 'Yummy,
yummy, yummy!" Then I saw two squirrels and several birds and, like myself, they were celebrating.

Grace and honeysuckles seem so much alike.
They are both serendipitous gifts. Today, I
am graced by honeysuckles.

My concupiscence forbids me from hurryingly
leaving this gratifying encounter that I
am certain to savor for a long time, long
after my eyes can see or my nostrils can
smell these honeysuckles which produced
what I have determined to be one of the top
ten aromas on this side of Heaven.

Before taking my last tactile breath from these honeysuckles I offer a prayer of gratitutde to
the Creator of both the honeysuckles and me."

I have a strange, maybe, not so strange,
feeling that the honeysuckles and I are one.
I will meditate upon that thought.

Copyright 2009 by Uriah J. Fields