I cannot make you untouchable,
distant, unapproachable,
I cannot relate to you as perfect,
or holier than thou,
I need you to be real,
earthy, grounded,
a woman who knows
what it is to be a woman,
to strive, to struggle,
to make mistakes,
to feel deeply...
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I need to approach you, mother,
to mother, to find in you
a mother who knew pain, and
asked questions.
In this real, earthy you
I find strength,
inspiration,
and hope
You make transformation possible
for you dared to say
your Yes to God.
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So as I ponder you today
I ponder your ability
to speak that yes,
and how that yes was spoken
in humility,
in fear and trembling,
in a grounded earthy reality
that led to blood, sweat and tears,
a pierced heart
and a soul full of sorrow.
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Your yes changed the world,
Holy mother, pray that
I might find
the strength to
say yes too...
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I like both of these images, one obviously a contemporary photograph shows an ordinary woman, her face speaks volumes. The second an icon where the eyes of the mother hold a knowledge of the future which is only eclipsed by the loving gaze of her son who holds eternity in his hands.
