a girl given a promise
one that soon made her a momma
sonshine burst
wide open her heart
decades later
came the tearing apart
how did it happen?
in the years in between
where she transitioned from "momma"
to a "daughter of the King"
a lesson for us breathers
in charge of growing beings
their life a gift for loving
protecting and cocooning
but in darkness
they must go alone
their life's been tagged with purpose
from this point on
dust from whence each comes
will turn to flight to where they're going
surely Mary longed
to protect the wings he grew
to protect the wings he grew
but ordained for One
there'd be no way
for her to do the doing
for her to do the doing
his arrival was her birthing
and this role a crucial part
but how God chose to use his life
was not geared solely to her heart
and in there lies the mystery
of a web of life connected
to how gifts sent from up above
lead many home to heart's perfection
Post inspired by my friend, Myra, a mother generous in every way.
Myra means: fragrant ointment; I flow out; pour; weep.