Sunday, May 14, 2017

Mother's Day 2017 - Heart Trouble

Jesus said, “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also. And you know the way to the place where I am going.” Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?” Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you know me, you will know my Father also. From now on you do know him and have seen him.”
Philip said to him, “Lord, show us the Father, and we will be satisfied.” Jesus said to him, “Have I been with you all this time, Philip, and you still do not know me? Whoever has seen me has seen the Father. How can you say, ‘Show us the Father’? Do you not believe that I am in the Father and the Father is in me? The words that I say to you I do not speak on my own; but the Father who dwells in me does his works. Believe me that I am in the Father and the Father is in me; but if you do not, then believe me because of the works themselves. Very truly, I tell you, the one who believes in me will also do the works that I do and, in fact, will do greater works than these, because I am going to the Father. I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If in my name you ask me for anything, I will do it.”  John 14:1-14

Heart Trouble

It is not a physical thing but so real
the pull of love so deep and eternal
binding us all together as one family
sharing blood which pumps through all.

A mother's heart is always breaking
torn open constantly to make room
a space for another a place to rest
close by the warmth of home.

A mother is always bending
the rules for a child that needs mercy
to pick up a small one in distress
bending, a savoir to our weariness.

Gentle, like a mother we are held
led back home time and time again
brushed off,  propped up  with words
that reach beyond time and space.

Love makes a permanent impression
the smell and sound of it never fades
the direction home is never lost
the hand that leads us never fails.

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