The Whole World Is Looking For A Mother

In the `90’s,  when my world was struggling to find its place after the death of our middle son a few years earlier, the bigger world outside of me seemed only to reflect what I was working on.   And in the midst of my struggles, I wrote The Whole World Is Looking For A Mother.  I am certain there are others who feel like I did that day when I wrote this poem.  Tell me what you think.

Pray to me, Almighty God,
and send a mother to mother
this barren earth,
these orphaned children striving to stand
with no one to lean on.
Pray to me.

For I tire.  I tire.
Senseless equations keep pestering me,
seeking sums I cannot decipher,
for too many zeroes I neither
can articulate nor posture.
Debits and assets, we have the former
in trillions but the assets hide
from Thee and Me.   I do not see them.
Do Ye?

Except hidden in the child’s eyes,
in the smile, in the groping of hands,
trying to find each other.
Except in the autumn I now sit in,
rain saturated, leaves clinging to roads
and sidewalks as slippery as comfrey.
Except in the foaming earth
giving off an elixir to intoxicate me
into still thinking I can make a difference.

Pray to me,  Great God
that I may be ignited
with a fire yet to burn brightly,
that I may see my commitments
straight through to their resurrection
and mine.
That I may yet see a glorious dawning
of a day where the acts of my days
will prove again the reflected glory
of God in Earth.
I pray, still, send a mother,
fresh from the Cosmic Bosom to lean on,

not tired.

5 Responses to The Whole World Is Looking For A Mother

  1. veronicahallissey February 17, 2013 at 5:24 pm #

    from Sally, (with permission) Your despair and yearning to heal comes through clearly in this poem. I like it very much.

  2. Terri Brown February 19, 2013 at 3:10 pm #

    I hear your sadness and a trying to make sense of the world and then…hope, in the wonder of a child, the scent of the earth, a questioning of faith. It is really lovely Veronica.

  3. veronicahallissey February 20, 2013 at 1:38 am #

    Terri, thank you for commenting. You read with your heart.

  4. maria wulf February 24, 2013 at 11:36 pm #

    I believe there are so many more people who can relate to this poem than we might think. Even I who have never had a child can relate in the idea of the many injustices of being alive and the comfort that is so necessary to continue living.

  5. veronicahallissey February 25, 2013 at 2:10 am #

    Maria, years ago I wrote a poem saying I put out my hand to grasp and find instead my own being grasped. Everyone needs to lean sometime. Thank you for commenting.

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