23 August 2011

MOTHERS MYSTERIOUS

By Ganjiki D Wayne

This task got me seriously thinking
How mysterious is this amazing creature?
A mix of sweet strawberry motherly love
And dedication to make the Maker proud

I thought of great mothers, their deeds
Dr. Ben Carson’s mother, Moses’ mother,  
Jesus’, and St. Augustine’s, and mine
And even William Kapris’ mum!
Great mothers whose love out-value a million goldmines

Dad came down hard with a cane, belted
Mum came down with a soft heart, melted
Tears fell freely from mother’s eyes
Her children pained from being chastised

Tonnes of meals by mother’s hands we’ve had
A river-worth of water, detergent and sweat
A thousand hours spent cooking, cleaning, laundering...
Lives took shaped by mothers simply being

Even eternity’s secure salvation
By her faithful tears, constant supplication
She has drawn God’s Amazing Grace and Hand
By which now we call Jesus “Friend”

Can words surmise one of life’s greatest wonders?
A brilliant symphony of strength seemingly endless
And heart and soul truly tender, amazing softness
Amazing that in that softness we find shelter nonetheless

Only a mother could love a child the world hates
Longing to serve her children with divine grace
Seeing an angel while the world sees the devil
Only a mother only a mother...

Shall men be glad we don’t carry a mother’s load?
Oh but it’s not only just 'cause mothers are supposed to
It’s because they can take it and men cannot
Heap a mother’s burden on man’s lonely shoulder,
He shall not last long, that is the order

First to rise and last to lie
Almost like Master she seems to neither slumber nor sleep
Almost....
How did He think up such beauty, such strength, such devotion?
Mysterious beyond my simple comprehension

Be of good cheer oh dear mother!
You bear the complexity, love mysterious
Of the God who made this sweet Universe
In this short verse I have not justly described
Your infinite worth in this world in which we abide...

Have a glorious Mothers Day!

(8th May 2011)

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