The only thing that can save the world
is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world.
That is what poetry does.
~ Allen Ginsberg ~
This is a year of hope and poetry can play a valuable part in making positive changes. We need to be vigilant in letting our egos step back and allow our hearts to lead us. We need to sink deeply into presence and grace to heal our pain, fear, and grief. Poetry can help us source our creativity, give voice to our broken hearts, then fill us with joy.
Sometimes I don’t need to actually write or read poetry to feel grace. In the midst of a demanding day, I can remember the poetry of presence. I am in Phoenix to help my mom make necessary transitions as she ages and becomes less able to care for herself. It is a new and scary position as caretaker for her, and sadness bubbles to the surface. I express these feelings to my husband, have a cleansing cry, then do what needs to be done. Driving to do errands, I open to the blue Arizona skies, the loveliness of palm trees, saguaros, and flaming sunsets.
I embrace the treasure of our love for each other and sharing this precious time together. My mom has become sweeter with age and is strongly connected to her inner child. I told her that I always wanted a little girl, and she feels like my child in some ways. We went to Trader Joe's and had fun trying the raspberry stolen and coffee, looking at all the treats we could buy. I am deeply thankful for the healing we have had in our relationship. I saw a license plate that read GR8FUL, reminding me that the world reflects our state of being.
May you brush aside minor irritations, shower your loved ones with love, and cherish the time you have together.
Divine Mother
Divine Mother, hold me in caring arms.
I need to gaze into Your eyes,
Let my tears wash away all pain,
Find myself in Your love.
I long to drink in Your comfort
As you stroke my hair. Divine Mother,
A child in me is born anew whenever I change.
Help me nurture my children as you do me.
I gather my young ones close,
Welcome them with mother’s arms,
Fill them with praise and love.
Understanding how we learn,
I defend them against the shrew
Who lashes sharply for insignificant mistakes.
I am like a mother duck,
That feigns a broken wing to distract predators
from her fluffy babies bobbing on the water.
Our babies deserve no less.
What have you birthed that must be protected
And nourished to survive?
Guard your little ones well.
To save the children of our world,
We must nurture our own.
Throw away thoughts of doubt and criticism.
Open Divine Mother’s cupboard
Which is full to bursting waiting
To shower you with delectable delights.
Love is the fiber of your being.
Feel love, know love,
Receive your Divine Mother.
©2004 Star Kissed Shadows
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Thank you!
Sher
