A Time to Heal
We are all one kind, one child
in the eyes of our wonderous Mother.
Your day, everyone’s day;
your night, everyone’s night.
Our Mother’s lungs are shared by all;
we all breathe the same air.
Our tears become her tears;
our joys make all her life and matter smile.
Every cry of a newborn,
recorded on the fabric of time.
Every gun, shot in fear,
rips through our Mother,
her flesh, her bones, her breath
and into dark matter out of sight.
Apprehension, the basis of all injury,
creates separation creates isolation creates animosity.
You are not alone in love.
Love heals torn limbs reaching for embrace.
Love constructs not just your soul,
but the soul of your Mother.
Distain and reverence cannot reside
in the same house.
There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. 1 John 4:18
Despair not. Despise not.
Love those that fear and hate.
This is the great challenge
put forth by our Mother.
It is your choice –
In fact, the most important choice,
to cherish with all your heart
regardless of fear of harm,
which is dread of separation and isolation
from our Mother, who cries for each of us.
Forgive and hold dear the loveless;
this is the lesson borne on the Cross.
Mother teaches charity and integrity
not with a whip, but with a kiss.
Love is gentle;
love is kind.
This is your choice,
to adore and revere with all your being.
Those who love without abandon
heal all, even our Mother.
©Barbara Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
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