Praying for Honeybees

by Ruby Sara

(Many thanks to Hecate for the link)

Honeybees are dying in huge numbers from a mysterious ailment known as Colony Collapse Disorder

I wish there were words for the shot of pure, devastating, icy, desperate, soul-deep horror, sadness and fear that rocked through me as I read this article. 

When pieces of the web begin to break down, it all breaks down.  When we spend years ignoring the inevitable consequences of our civilized hubris, it all breaks down.  And whole pieces of the world, of richness and beauty, of perfect workings, of honey and fruit, are all lost.  And the scramblings of scientists, asking themselves ridiculous fucking questions (“maybe pesticides affect honeybees?”), and telling us to self-pollinate pumpkin flowers by incestuously knocking their own pollen back into themselves with special sprays (this is something the garden store told my intrepid partner two years ago), all are merely the disjointed, ugly dances of bandaid “solutions,” ignorance, denial and distraction.

What am I supposed to do with this despair?

Prayer for the Honeybees

Golden Sisters - do not leave us
I am sorry, I am sorry
I am so sorry -
The pumpkin vines and apple boughs
are heavy with sweetness, their empty blossoms,
pouring out their hearts to you,
as I pour out my soul.

Sister Messengers, Soothsayers,
Beloved Ones of the Mother.
Sacred Cousins  – through you
we eat light – we taste joy.
Do not leave us.
Do not leave us.
I am so sorry.

Mother – protect the Sisters.
Mother – I come to you with my hands open.
Mother – protect the Sisters.
With my voice and my heart and my body,
I say here: this is me speaking
I say here: this is me praying
I say here: this is me fighting

We have not received their gifts
and we have not heard their voices.
I am so sorry.

Mother, protect the Sisters.
Sisters, do not leave us.
I am only one voice,
mourning the empty flowers,
and breaking my heart
for the tongues of bees.

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