Raising Me in Heart’s Arms

Mar 28

In my heart’s arms lies a boy
a boy with hair of gold and lashes long
a boy whose cheek rests softly on mine as
a smile plays on his lips

How am I to be a mother to this child?
How am I to raise him?

I do not worry about the raising of his bones and skin
But how am I to raise his heart?
To raise his soul?

He peers at me with eyes of green and light
And in their reflection, I see —

I see the waves of the water we played with;
Each wave and splash raising me to be free

I see the boughs of the trees bending over our heads;
The great arms of the earth raising me to offer strength and cover

I feel the softness of the dirt beneath my feet;
The rich earth raising me to offer comfort and nurturing growth

I see the beauty of the plant with every different stem, leaf, petal;
The complexity of the simplicity raising me to see the perfection of all

I see the brightness of the moon high above;
The companion in the sky raising me to stay in awe

I feel the playful gust through the air turned to wind;
The breeze raising me to feel alive in adventure

Finally, I see the sky forever changing but always constant;
The sky raising me to know what is always there even through changing weather

And in the green and light of my child’s eyes
I see that I am the one being raised

As my son’s cheek rests against mine,
I rest my spirit in the hands of life
And it lets me lie in its heart’s arms,
raising the mother in me.

I Am Present to ENough