And Matthew said to me:
‘He is a god of new beginnings
And taught me how to garner mercies.’
Then he turned and followed his king
To rest in Our Mother’s arms.
©jsmorgane (Sept 2014)
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A Mother’s Love
A lofty mist rising, softening the world’s glare,
Easy on the eye and creating the smoothest colours,
So much readier to accommodate this cushioned version of life.
Like moonlight on the land rounding all the edges and
Smudging the dividing line between a form and its shadow.
The slow ascent and stealthy diffusion of gossamer haze,
The growing of pastels into brighter, warmer shades,
Colder, deeper tones for the mind to get accustomed
To the satiated hues life dots, sweeps, swirls, strokes
And flourishes all around you…
© jsmorgane (June 2014)
Growing Pains
I think we go through life choosing the easy way,
Remaining well within our comfort zone of
Just enough and not too much.
And, really, don’t we have enough on our plates
Without worrying about moral obligations.
We fit ourselves snugly into patterns and routines –
A shell to shield us from unpleasant confrontation.
But every now and then that shield will crack and
In a great upheaval my soul will stretch and grow,
Burst forth like a volcano hot and raw.
Last night, through pain and much discomfort,
My soul outgrew its shell and I’ve been standing
Very still to wait, to catch my breath and to expand,
To catch up and contain again what you
With brutal honesty a bitter truth revealing,
Have questioned, battled, then implored.
That better part of me which you have called upon
And so has come to know a greater way of being.
Without a shell but with a veil of thankfulness and gratitude,
A blessing on your own sweet self.
© jsmorgane (July 2014)