Mother's loveAs the world grows and changes so does Mother’s love with the birth of each child. A connection which becomes physical with the first breath, an instant appreciation for the journey has begun. For me and many others my birth opened my eyes and posed the question, “Where is Mother’s love?”.
I grew in a time when Mother’s love was disappearing from human relationships and so too from the world. A reflection I came to see, Mother’s love was being ripped from the world and my own heart. During my birth there was an anger a deep resentment of fear of the unknown, what might or might not be. It flowed from my mother‘s heart to my very core.
As a child I would stare out my window watching the confusion. The hatred toward life and the pain in every situation, I was looking in to my mother eyes, a reflection of the world. I hated her I didn’t want to see the world so cold. It too had been left to be trampled on by the heavy foot of darkness, is this the proof of the vile emotion that has covered the earth, this is how I felt,
“Where is Mother’s love?.
As a little girl I played amongst the trees as they fell, being uprooted. An echo of a small voice cried “Where is Mother‘s love?”. My thirst needed to be quenched from this dryness, her bosom corrupted, the waters tainted but I still gorged myself.
For what is a little child to do, I need my Mother even if it leads to my death, she is my Mother. I struggled to love her. How do you show distain for the one who gives life?. Always feeing a deep resentment towards mother how could she have left. Allowing the fall into such a dysfunctional cycle. Leaving I and others to bear the weight. I want to enjoy her love as it was meant to be.
My voice silenced but my thoughts spoke;
“Why is the fruit so unsavoury?,
Why is the air so thick with fear?,
Why can’t I sleep under the shade of the oak tree?,
And Why must I be on guard?, Where has Mother’s love gone?”.
I was suppose to be born into a world that completes each action with love. Anger is the only reaction.
I don’t remember her smiling much, her arms remain folded there were no hugs. In her absence emotional blackmail had become the only embrace.
I watched and observed everything, making sure everything was just so.
My mother wouldn’t just get upset she got vile a reflection of the world. Her bitterness drove her temper, her breath shook the earth.
Being born into this darkness, growth was stagnate, the soil for my soul was contaminated with poison. Even if something would manage to grow it would become as the root. This was the burden I and generation were born into.
Hope refused to die and so the struggled with-in us. The children now sons and daughters who were contained by fear. Are convince that all that need to be done is to believe and trust that love would conquer, could it be that simple…..humbled by the journey. Hope gave breath to me, sang to me through the birds in the high trees that enlightened and clarified.
Her Voice said;
“Your voice was silenced so you may know love throughout your heart. Listen.
Your soul whispers, hope is still strong.
The poison in the air and the waters was an antidote for weakness. What you thought would have killed you had only been a cloak of strength“.
The feeling rose that the question might yet be answered, “Where is Mother’s love“?.
My foundation was being rebuilt, love has made it strong. Despite my ignorance it was Mother who became my teacher for one of my most difficult and distressing lessons.
“Pain can destroy you if you allow it“.
We must not allow pain to destroy us.
By Divine grace we are all given the wisdom to listen and follow despite pain. What looked to be the absence of Mother’s love In truth, was her impending return. No longer must we hear the echo but we must become the original voice. Going beyond belief, we need to know that love will transform but also regain our sight.
Eyes to see what was so painful … our reflection.
Love which is born into such darkness must reclaim the beauty that was entrusted to a generation.
We will all see the earths beauty through the universal window, not through the disturbed eyes of miserable souls. We must look at the reflection and see only love. The struggle of the heart is no more, “Where is Mother’s” where she should be,
Do you see her?.
http://rootstoheaven-sobing.blogspot.com/2010/07/mothers-love.htmlLove Always
mudra