God Mother
And life is.
The mother knows her own:
The one she grew in her own body;
The image of herself.
She will defend her
Protect her
Fight for her
Give her life up for her –
Even as the child
Flees the embrace
In pursuit of herself.
Tender,
She rejoices in her daughter’s joy
And weeps with her in her failure:
Holding the brokenness,
Like the newborn, close.
She pours out herself,
Again and again
Take from me, child,
I am enough for you.
Her arms
Are expansive, welcoming,
Comforting, safe.
Her hands
Hold and steady,
Guide and correct.
Her back -
Testament to the faithful
Bearing and caring of the years –
Is strong and straight.
Her kiss brings healing –
To the hurts seen and unseen,
And her song echoes through the night,
Singing over her beloved:
Do not be afraid, child,
I am with you.
Hers is the voice that calms the storm
And hers are the ears quick to hear,
Her feet quick to run to the
Child’s cry.
Her heartbeat is the rhythm
The child remembers from the womb
And hears in echoes all her days –
The signal drum
Leading her home.
