The Great Mother

The Great Mother She was a famous mother of the church worked long hours to help the poor die- with some dignity- on a straw mat. Total her dedication but bitter was her heart she prayed to a god that did not deign to give her an replay just a, long enduring silence a telepathic phone call never answered the hum of eternity, futility and nothingness. The ungodly world recompensed her she was feted and travelled first class meeting the high and influential and movie stars were eager to have their photo taken with her. She kissed the pope´s ring- few women get that accolade- and the gallant pope with the world´s eye resting on him kissed her hands. But her hart grew bitter in her old age she lost faith and in her heart forswore his presence, pushed him out like a suitor who only had empty promises in his sack.