Lord, there is the imprint
of a bee on the handle of the knife
that cuts through meat as if
effortlessly— let me be
that kind of courage
when I need to enter the dark
but need more than my hands
and eyes to see.
Lord, there is the imprint
of a bee on the handle of the knife
that cuts through meat as if
effortlessly— let me be
that kind of courage
when I need to enter the dark
but need more than my hands
and eyes to see.