A Mother's Love
A Mother's Love
Dear Children of the Earth,
I am in you as you are in me.
We are interwoven divine humanity.
Together, you and I are the tapestry,
The weave of sun, earth, air, and sea.
I love you, my children, so very much.
You are my hope. In you I do trust.
I am a living being not meant to be abused.
Will I live much longer the way I am used?
Only through my children shall I live and expand.
Help me now to be the Mother shining and grand.
Without your help, there is no hope for me.
I need you as I love you. My tears are the sea.
When you are sad and hurt, I am too.
I am your Mother; that’s what Mother’s do.
When you are angry, I flare up and I roar.
When you are disappointed, I cry even more.
When you need cheering, I remove the clouds.
In joy, I share the miracle of the rainbow so proud.
Today, the pain in my heart is wrenchingly deep.
You turn your head from me even as I weep.
Do you love yourselves enough to love me?
Am I not more important than making money!
You bomb, drill, and batter my skin and my flesh.
There’s no thought for me. My heart cannot rest.
Wake up my children, I desperately need you.
Wake up! And stop the pain and abuse.
For my dear children, what is happening to me
Is happening to you. Take a look; you will see.
Love me again and my forest will grow lush and tall.
Love me again and restore balance to the seas and rainfall.
My children, can you not see I am a replica of you?
The larger reflection of your own inner brew.
Weather, my children, is your reflection mirrored by me.
If there’s drought, tap into your emotions and cry a sea.
When floods rage, it’s time to check in with your Spirit.
Are you busy with daily routine? Is there no time to hear it?
If tornados and high winds blow your top, look to your ego.
Observe if your mental processes are telling me, “NO!”
When forest fires seethe out of control, you can be sure.
Spirit is crying out, “I must make the land again pure.”
Together we can change. We can make a difference.
I extend my mother’s heart to you in complete deference.
We must believe we can change. I can when you do!
My body is dying, and it can only be saved by you.
I will always love you, no matter what. That’s what mother’s do.
Love yourself no matter what; so that our love will be reflected anew.
I love my beautiful being. I love my children. I love myself – The Earth.
My fate is in your hands, my children. Will you give me a new birth?
Your Mother, The Earth
Copyright © Margie Boehmer