As my eyes curiously wandered over rows of brood, I saw it. One cell crumbled at its center. Antenna and eyes poked out. I held the frame near my face to see more clearly. My arms locked, my heart rate stilled, and I waited. The bee continued to struggle its way out of the cell. Eyes, antenna, then a leg would come out. It would retreat, readying itself for another push, then reappear. I stood still. It seemed sacred. I was seeing what only God saw.
I read this aloud to my family and my wife shed a couple tears. What only God saw, indeed.
I'm glad you all liked it.