I am so very grateful that my very first mirror
Was my mother’s eyes.
Looking into them I saw an unshakable love.
It holds me still, long after those eyes have closed.
Her eyes shaped mine to let me see
A world of beauty, grace and abundance.
Her love taught me how to receive love
And to love in return
Not out of obligation but joyously, freely.
The gift of true and selfless love
Is, indeed, the gift of life.
Thanks, Mom.
photo by Brad Smith from flickr per CC BY-NC 2.0
I am awake
Are you?
Or does the nightmare
Of another’s imagination
Still control your attention?
I, too, imagine the world.
Each morning it rises in hope.
The birds sing it to wakefulness.
The breeze brushes its cheek.
The chimes give voice
To the wind’s passing.
Each blade of grass
Bends to its caress.
Wake with me to beauty.
It is there, triumphant even amid chaos.
It stands undaunted
Wearing the scars of love with joy.
Notice resurrection.
Touch the place in my side
And know hate cannot win.
Even death is not defeat.
It whispers in your depths,
An unshakable promise.
I am with you; in you.
Wake to my world.
Beauty covers all
Accepts all; transforms all
Beauty is what hope looks like
When you wake to my call.
I call you now.
Awake and know.
I am already here.
The morning has begun.
photo by Conal Gallagher from flickr per cc 2.0
Quiet Hope 