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Holy Mother {Poem}




The waterfall’s

rush

rocks me

like a child


asleep

in his

mother’s lap.


I always

find her

in the flow

of waves

and rivers:


the holy mother

and her open

arms.


I’ve called her

by ten thousand

names:

O Gaia

Brigid

Mary

Kwan Yin

Shakti.


But my

heart knows

each name

is a cupped hand

trying to hold

the ocean.


I’d rather dive

into her depths,


breathe within

her beauty,


let her soften

my rough edges

like these stones

worn smooth

by her kiss.


O Mother,

guide me

like you guide

the rivers

to the sea,


hold me

like roots

as I rise

from your soil,


show me

how to give

as you give:

freely,

with open arms,

to all the children

of this earth.