The Mother’s Voice

November 15, 2019 by JoAnna 18 Comments

 

I hear the Mother’s voice

In the birdsong and the breeze.

The path is clear to follow

When I walk among the trees.

 

Can her clarity be carried

To the man-made world of woe?

Or can I just stay longer

And let the river flow?

 

There must be a place of balance

Where I hold long this Grace

And challenge the insanity

But still can hear her voice.

 

The Mother’s voice is calling.

Through wind and stormy seas

We must honor her blessings

Or we will cease to be.

…

 

This was inspired by Sue Dreamwalker’s post, “Golden Paths – Taking Time to Be”