Every step to heaven,
Is heaven…or so says Catherine,

But what if the way is blocked by weeds and biting stings?

Oh, Honey,

Stand still for just a moment, and you will see,

Each Step
Is
Heaven,

Smell the sweetness,
Ask to pass the gates with gratitude,

And you will find those steps of hell are turned to joy.
Unstung,
Yet kissed by the sun,
The bees sing me home.