Dedication to Mother's

[Mikal]

The History of the life journey lives on in every heart that is touched…..


A Mother is a weary traveler upon the road of life. Her heart is heavy with the joy of loving you and the sorrow of having to give you up to the world. God made her with great strength for indeed she became the Pillar of your life. She is a rare jewel cut with many corners, for from her heart shines all the fragments and pieces of Love.
God had to break Love into pieces when it came to Mother’s, for Love without discipline cannot show you the way of the world, Love without disagreement cannot teach you to stand strong upon your own earth, Love without weakness cannot show you how to reach out beyond yourself and give of what is written within your own heart.
God made Mother’s to be the “crafters of lives” her cleverness is to love in intricate chunks that are convoluted, so you begin to understand there will be complexity within your own world. It is within her understanding that if she is your constant “doer” you will never do for yourself so listening to her weariness leads her to sit by the fireside and dream your life.
To her, your life is a river and you are the vessel upon it, she knows your waters can be calm or torrential, your banks a strong clay or sand that can slip away. She knows the storms, so she struggles to be both your lighthouse that shines forth the way and the safe shore that receives you from the storm. As she dreams the dream of you she grasps what could be just around the corner so she sets herself as the “spinner” before the Spinning Wheel of Life, she knows you are a tapestry that will hang upon the walls in the corridors of life so she searches for the finest threads that have been placed within her heart. As she spins she bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things so she weaves into you strength, trust, expectation, hope and endurance, she always leaves long threads, for the day she gives you to the world….you begin to finish her work. As you hang around in the corridors of life you reflect her devotion and tireless work, the best things about her and her undying love. Because of you she lives forever.
When her earthly journey is done God sends his strongest Angel to bear her back home, for her soul is fragile from the weaving of her children and her spirit is weary from watching out for endless storms. God closes the door for she is just in another room…..the corridor to that room is within your own heart, so don’t fail to whisper the things you never said, the feelings you never shared and the bigger thanks that you never spoke but tried to live….for a Mother is forever, the bond never breaks because your threads are woven from her heart.



Mikal

(I wrote this in dedication to my Mom...for all Moms")

[mkirkpatrick]

Mothers,where would we all be without them?



regards michael.

[melanie]

A Lovely poignant sharing story Mikal thanks.
Sadly and regrettably, i didn't ever get the chance to know my own mother, not in the way i would have loved to.
As she died at a very young age.
But then i was fortunate enough to become a mother myself to 4 wonderful children.
Whom then unfortunately i had to raise single handedly.
Fortunately they have turned out great because i hold great faith in a higher power.
Which inspired me to write this letter to the earth.
Hope you don't mind me sharing here on your thread my letter to mother earth.
SHE is LOVE


Dear Mother Earth.
I'm so grateful, and thanks very much for this unique apparent experience, one you have allowed me to share with you, it is such an honor, as i sojourn here through the passage of time,this fleeting chance has called me to witness all you have to offer, while you reveal the most exquisite of all appearances I have ever seen as extraordinary events are broadcast to me daily in real time upon a real live canvas of endless possibilities ever changing within your glistening kaleidoscope of ever reflecting color and hue.
I am witness to all your glory magnificence and beauty.Thankyou for your endless bounty of abundant sustenance, you have nurtured me and kept me warm with nourishment and water, you breathe air into my lungs allowing me freedom to dance and express myself within your surrounding embrace. I am held captive by your magnetic beauty and grace, enchanted by your hypnotic presence. The sweet melodious song of your natures noise is music to my ears, as waterfalls break the sound of silence bursts into song without resistance. You are full of surprises as your magic show unfolds, while surely and steady you charm and delight to all that bear witness. Sometimes i feel an aching sadness knowing the cruelty bestowed upon you. I want to reach out and hug you, to whisper my cares, but feel so small and powerless against the mighty force of your presence. We are not alone here, you have in your wisdom provided exotic diversity, myriad of friends appearing as your stunning creation.I can not take my eyes of you not even for a second.Your perfect wisdom is there for all to see, it's safely locked in your big generous heart for those that want to see. I want too see and touch all of you, but in my limitation I know that is not possible. I'm so happy to have received this rare gift of life you have freely given. I will never forget you, even after my apparent leaving, you will live on in and through me for all eternity.I'm sure you will recover from what you are going through right now, because you have done so many times before, you really deserve so much respect, you will never be lonely, because there are caring humans who are caressing you with so much love, kindness and admiration.Those that do hurt you will eventually pray for your forgiveness,after they have opened their eyes and realized your true greatness and your unrelenting tolerance.They will feel sorrow for their unknowing stupidity, they will come to understand you have always loved your children unconditionally.Mother Earth you are a miraculous genius, you are the giver of life and the light of the universe by day and by night, and as i gaze in awe upon your self shining display of plants flowers,trees, seas, mountains, precious stones, metals, i see no end to your precious stunning creation.Your millions of animals and creatures in water and on land. i have treasured with all my heart and soul,they've inspired me and have taught me many lessons....Gratitude fills my heart now, forever having tasted even this brief glimpse of you...many thanks.

Namaste melanie.

[Mohan.C]

This I believe I would dedicate to my mother and if she can hear me tell her that I miss her.


Mother




I was a spark in your womb,
You fed the fire and
Brought me home.

I knew your only wish
Was for me to shine.
But, did you know my wish
Was to always have you for mine.

But now, if you come back
I'm ready to fulfill all your requests
You order! Now. I'm willing to
Carry out, for you, any quests.

But, did I not deserve to
Keep you for long.
Or was it you, were you eager to
Leave me all alone?

Mother, in this glaring
Life I'm being brought up
In the shadows of greater selves.
I thought your wish was for
Me to stand up by myself.

Can I see you again?
If I cry for eternity cornered in
A dark place, with the only wish
To have you again. Or should I
Come to you, can you be my
Mother there and again?
Now, that my life's only
Wish is to be with you again.

For all those years, you
Raised me in your cradle.
For all those years I didn't see you,
When you were right here
In front of me.
But, now when my only
Wish is to see you.
I cannot, the power is
Not given to me!

I don't know if its good, because I couldn't write it in English, I first wrote it in my mother tongue and then translated it to English. So, it may not be one of the more perfect poems.

[Mikal]

Hi Mo....its quite, beautifully expressed...thank you.....


Mikal

[Mohan.C]

I got this sms just now from a friend.
When I cam home drenched in the rain,
My brother told"Why don't you take an umbrella with you"
My sister said"Why didn't you wait till it stopped"
My father angrily said"Only when after getting cold will you realise"
But my mother was drying my hair and shouting- not at me but at the rain