A Challenge

Below are two poems, one, "Bee Still," written by my son Luke back when he was in college.  The second written by me.  (Yeah, I know, his is better.)

Now here's a little challenge:  The two poems are closely related, but how?  If you can figure out the connection between the two, tell me what the connection is by emailing me at dschel@dordt.edu

Don't write it as a comment, since that would give it away to others who have not yet figured it out.

bee still
motionless
when he flies
he is
still
in the air
pure wing power
he flies a million miles an hour
and does not move closer to or farther from the flower
                                                                --Luke Schelhaas

Ascension

Heads tipped back, motionless,
they had not quite believed him when
he said he
was going home.  A sparrow flies
beneath his disappearing form and he
is gone, yet is
still
present not in
flesh but in their minds, in the
words he spoke, like poems that hung in the air.

Something abut him so pure
he could ride his whole life on a wing
and a prayer.  Yet he held his power
lightly in his hands, he
opens them and out flies
one sparrow or a
million.
He knows them all.  Miles
are mini-seconds to him, an
hour
or a thousand years as a day and
one day as a thousand.  Does
not
it seem most natural that he would move
back to his first home, closer
to his source, closer to
his father, or
farther
from
us but still close enough to live in our hearts, the
mystery that if we stay alert blossoms into a flower.

                                    --David Schelhaas