A Beckoning
I hear you, Mother. Calling me.
To walk upon you with naked feet.
And feel your breath caress my face,
and find in you my sacred space.
This ache in my heart grows ever stronger,
I can't ignore your call much longer..
I feel you, Mother. Patiently
awaiting my awakening.
You set me free and watched me run
alone into the setting Sun.
And as the darkness touched your ground
I lost my way and stumbled down..
I smell, sweet Mother, your heavenly scents
of flowers and soil, and elements
of knowledge from a long time ago,
within me have begun to glow.
I know you know I love you so,
and that my love can only grow..
I see you, Mother. Holding out.
For my return to come about.
I promise you it won't be long
before we once more sing our song.
And when we do my heart will soar,
and then our pain can be no more..
I know you, Mother. Earth is your name.
And Life support, your only game.
Your rivers and seas, your forests of trees,
you've sacrificed so selflessly..
Like any mother worth her salt,
your love transcends my every fault..
You're in me, Mother. And I in you.
My spirit knows that this is true.
There is no option of separation,
you've borne my every generation..
And in your beauty, wisdom and grace,
you beckon me back to your tight embrace.
This Love, Great Mother, divine and true,
is what will bring me Home to you..
Copyright © Sara Jolly | Year Posted 2021
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