Friday, June 1, 2012

Mother, Silence

Sometimes when life is difficult,
I curl up in my Mother's lap 
and drink her ever-present love
that never has required
a single thing to change.

And when my life requires courage,
or I don't know what to say
or how to be, 
I go to her and
listen with my heart.

My Mother birthed the world
and everything that's in it.
Her wisdom excludes nothing; 
and yet she rushes to my side
if I but beckon her.

What a pure, abiding presence
is my Mother, Silence.  

Dorothy Hunt
photo:  Peter Bowers