Mother

 

I feel you in the gentle breeze
sweeping through the willows...

I hear you in the peepers' awakening song
in the muddy pond...

I know you as the star-strewn skies,
changing as the seasons turn...

I see you in the seed of love
that sparkles in a another's eyes...

I honor you as the earth beneath my feet,
the home that cradles us all...

You are never gone...
I need only open my eyes to see you...everywhere...

Honoring my beautiful mother Phyllis Murille Jackson today;
a gorgeous strand in the weaving of the one great mother...

'Such a gift to have known you in this lifetime as my mother...

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes at  Studio Petronella