Blessing #29: A Blessing For A Mother


Your voice learning to soothe

Your new child

Was the first home-sound

We heard before we could see. 


Your young eyes

Gazing on us

Was the first mirror

Where we glimpsed

What to be seen

Could mean. 



Your nearness tilled the air, 

An umbilical garden for all the seeds

Of thought that stirred in our infant hearts. 


You nurtured and fostered this space

To root all our quietly gathering intensity

That could grow nowhere else. 



Formed from the depths beneath your heart, 

You know us from the inside out. 

No deeds or seas or others

Could ever erase that."