wintering bees

uninsulated house,

the heat has bled off

and the body can’t rest

the body has to hold the line

 

the world is hard,

but i found my reasons to remain,

as you found your reason to endure it,

and for that i do rejoice.

 

we both found

our different ways to bear it.

but your way

tells you my way

is unholy,

you believe

that i rebuke your God

by living

 

who are we to judge?

but i would have you change

and choose a different way

that sets you less against me.

we cannot find salvation

by invalidating others

 

the bees are outside

warm in their hive

buzzing their wings

together for heat