A total of five bees have been gently encouraged to cling to the end of a fly-swatter, while the nothing Catholic hermit glides open the window a few inches and prods them motion-ward into their right and just world.
The significance of bees inside the hermitage, buzzing and bouncing noisily against the prison bars of the sun-bathed window: Stings the hermit heart.
The simile also stings true. A hermit in the wrong world is like these bees trapped inside, not in their natural, God-ordained element.
Free in the created world of nature, finding fresh air, flowers with nectar, other bees in which to make hives and live in their own culture--fulfilling their mission of procreation and bee hive productivity: A God-given bee calling.
A hermit must exist in the freedom, environment, and mission of its God-given hermit calling. This is somewhere within another space and sphere whether or not in a built hermitage or constructed world. A hermit is called by God to be with God, to be in Him without buzz or bounce, sting or flight.
A hermit breathes intimately
within His Real Presence,
His silent shield.
A just God saves
an upright hermit:
His own heart.
God bless our real presence in Him. God bless His Real Presence in us. Remain in His Love.