The Mother Who Knew!

Mothers, you are NOT alone in your sacred work.

There’s a tale of a mother who lived in a shoe,
When faced with a challenge knew not what to do.
So the family had dinner without any bread—
Then she spanked all her children and sent them to bed!
Why we rehearse this nobody knows,
So let’s faithen the story and see how it goes. . . .

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When It Ends

Author’s Note: To be clear, I do not think that the current difficulties we are facing signify the end of the world! However, the disruption to normal life caused me to remember these thoughts I jotted down a couple of years ago. Though at first this poem may seem disheartening, at a time when many things seem out of our control, what is in our control is who we become. And that is encouraging indeed.

Who will you be when it ends? Photo by Wendelin Jacober.

How will it be when it ends,
    When it ends . . .
How will it be when it ends—
When Hell is unleashed and with murder contends;
How will it be when it ends?

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One day perhaps. . . Photo by Pixabay.

I long for a place free of anger—
Where hate does not exist.
I wish for the day when death is done
And loved ones are never missed.
I pray for sharing unity
Where gone is haughty waste;
I hope for clear direction
To heal our reckless haste.
And with things turned so ugly,
With all hope lost it seems,
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of somewhere
When I close my eyes to dreams.

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slatted wood pathway between trees

You have to start somewhere. Photo by Amanda Klamrowski

If today you have been struggling,
Tomorrow you will again—
With faith and hope, trust and love,
With doubt and fear and sin.

For life is full of opposite
And contradictory views,
And sometimes there’s confusion
On which path you should choose.

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