Planting Seeds By the Light of the Moon
Where is the loving mother who's needed most,
long after she's taken
all the lovely fruits and flowers
from the garden she tended yesterday
in this onerous, earthly realm?
How long has it been since she caressed and kissed
her husband, children, grandchildren and others
whom she loved more than all
the air she breathed,
the water she was baptized in
and the very life she lived as if
yesterday was nothing more
than a fading dream
and tomorrow a tantalizing
blessing, hope and prayer.
Where is that splendiferous, loving mother
whose loss I find at times
too great a loss,
too much to bear?
Rising high above tempestuous storms,
ebb and flooding tides...
far beyond feeling forlorn
where she now walks and hides.
In goodness and grace in His loving embrace
in recompense for the garden
she watered and pruned,
Where is she now
(I can see her somehow), planting seeds
by the light of the moon.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2022
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