Mother I hear You calling in the
Swelling of the figs and the audacious yellow broom In the knarly local stone and the olive blossom on the trees Mother I hear You calling in the Magic of the fire flies, dancing with the stars And in the distant village lights held in luminous mountain curves Mother I hear You calling In the tenacious, sucking brambles so hardy and strong And the dying brown jasmine whose perfume I still ache for Mother I hear You calling from my Own estranged mother in her recent, reticent words Saying……‘I’m not sure if you want contact or not?’ Mother I hear You calling because I’m not immune to your powerful, metaphoric ways And the delicious subtlety when You knock on my door Mother I hear You calling even though I’m scared I know You understand and respect my caution I’m doing it embodied this time, being present with You Mother I hear You calling deep in my cells Feeling You in every sensation, in every emotion Savouring Your abundance, the rich gifts and intense flavours Mother I hear You calling and in truth I’m desperate and pregnant, longing and ready To receive Your nourishment, resting in your cosmic breast Mother I hear You calling from ancient times and beyond Help me Blessed One to open like a delicate flower Showering my gifts and tenderly surrendering as You do Mother I hear You calling, I’m on my knees Please forgive me, I’m sorry, I love you, thank you Enfold me with Your love and bring me home
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