Thursday Writers Challenge

Write 500 words about: bees. Post a comment with a link to what you wrote, or with what you wrote.

#1

Everything about this setup sucks, lord,
Especially the part where you just sit in silence, 
Not responding to my hopeless whining
Give me something I can hold onto
Or please get out of the way
And let me embrace the despair that you 
Steadfastly fail to displace.

The cry of a child

On the list of things I should never have to do, and yet have to do far too often, somewhere very near the top is the entry that describes holding a child while they cry over their other parent's inexplicable behavior.

I love my kids, but this gets old, and frustrating. I cannot fix their broken relationship, any more than I could fix my own.

All I can do is hold them while they cry and, despite my growing cynicism and diminishing faith, find myself praying along with St. John at the end of the Apocalypse: "Even so, come, Jesus."