My Mother's Nature

She holds the moon to her crown

With a tongue fluent in sunshine

A woman of God with nurture in her every step

Her hands are soft, but weathered

From the work she so tirelessly gives

No asking for help or praise

She is a mother to all who needs her

The first to break the mould of a world not yet ready for this kind of kindness

Still she poured love into their unworthy hearts

Her scars run deep, though, she kisses their knives with forgiveness

No, she isn't perfect

But she has moved with grace in a direction those before her had never dreamed to travel

No map, no signs

Just the dirt under her feet, and the stardust in her eyes

The warmth of her Father's love in her heart

Trading a life of comfort for a life of truth, passion,

And understanding

Even if it meant standing underneath her children to help them reach more closely to God

Her shoulders are heavy with burdens which remain unseen

But her Father is there beside her

Telling her

"You know the way home."