"For fifty great days we are taken up into
The work of bees, the building up of flowers

From the inside out, while sunlight falling up
Toward the higher world breaches the borders

Of that heavenly country – where, with angels
And archangels, we exult in the work of all work,

In God’s labor of remembering it all."


Photo by Dé Randle
Artwork by Sam Blumberg & Jacob Bruner
Poem by John Calvin Pierce
Mastered by Ike Zwanikken