our blessed mother who loves.
-for wlj, 1991-2017
our blessed mother of the new morning.
our blessed mother of deepest night.
our blessed mother of the river valley,
of the oaks, the pines, the elms.
our blessed mother of the broken mountains.
our blessed mother of sorrow and joy,
of tears and laughter, of living this life
in the moment.
our blessed mother who walks the fields and forests.
our blessed mother who walks through those dreams
that we have while our eyes are still open.
our blessed mother who walks with light steps,
leaving no tracks.
our blessed mother who walks through the snow
with bare feet.
our blessed mother who walks through the desert
with bare feet.
our blessed mother who walks while we rest.
our blessed mother who walks to a land beyond
our imagination.
our blessed mother who sees the distance between
wrong and right and left, between
love and hate and indifference.
our blessed mother who sees the writing on the wall,
who sees the warning signs and omens.
our blessed mother who loves the sun and moon and stars.
our blessed mother who loves the earth, the seas,
and the changing sky.
our blessed mother who loves both the dog that sleeps
and the dog that attacks.
our blessed mother who loves the child who grows to love
and the child who grows to hate,
and loves them equally.
our blessed mother who loves the beginning and the end.
our blessed mother who loves the plots, the plans,
and the dreams.
our blessed mother who loves the peace that is earned,
the peace that is unearned.
our blessed mother who loves that peace we can never earn.
our blessed mother who loves the christian, the jew, the muslim,
the pagan, the buddhist, the taoist, the athiest,
and the wise and patient agnostic.
our blessed mother who loves you.
our blessed mother who loves you.
our blessed mother who loves you.
james lee jobe
