Mother Mine...

There is a dance of great love and joy in God's light upon this pathway we have come on. Now in the turning of a new season, help me Lord to welcome Your mysterious light to bring to fruition the ways of carrying forward this life, even as these darkened days. There is no shadow in turning when our gaze is towards the Lord and His path of grace for the journey. Fill these days with spark and glitter, Lord, like a bouquet of living life to its fulfillment, especially in the stillness of time.

Thank you, God for this place with mother, Grace. A tender shoot of humankind banded by togetherness with care. I see you, dear one and the frail frame of longing as God’s steward of love despite repeated damage and default that came upon you. Though not my natural mother, you earned a place in my heart. Now, as I watch you nestle into God's gentle arms, I see an extra holding power of grace. May my heart be found to live in and through this season with great and deep wells of love.

Eyes now dim, no words spoken, and yet, I am in your debt. A gift brought me from God, you sit with elegance and graceful simplicity at the age of 85. Present is a mark of the many untold stories and peace which guides you ever nearer to God’s special package of kindness.

Beauty kisses from heaven are a song upon your life, a reflection to all who would dare to come and truly see humanity’s virtue beneath the silence. I celebrate you dear Grace, and the enduring bond of beauty of our shared journey has brought.

Happy Mother's Day.