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."

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