The wasp was quietly exploring the blossoms of the Queen Anne’s Lace plant.
How delicate they are, like fine needlework!
The wasp could have been coming after me, deciding to sting.
He remained calm and quiet, at peace with me.
We can make decisions like that, as well.
We don’t have to cause pain.
Sometimes—–we can just keep smelling the flowers, choosing peace.
Turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it.