Karin Anderson
May We Apply Our Hearts Unto Wisdom
The blue stars of borage flowers
bend their heads
to gaze at the soil;
the bees find them anyway.
My mother and father watch their feet
as they walk.
My father says his spine has forgotten
how to straighten.
My mother says "I fall, I fell, I have fallen"
conjugating the language of infirmity.
My parents follow God's word
in books and prayers,
their gaze turned downwards.
Look up! Look up!
God will find you anyway.
See how the bees dangle
upside down, wings beating in ecstasy?
Flowers sweeten their nectar
when they hear that sound.
I wish your prayers could sweeten
your last days.
Can't you hear God calling you home?
Look up! Look up!
There is glory here, somewhere.
Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow with the Life Riting Collective on 21 July 2022
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