In the Mother's Love

March 10, 2011

I walked with certainty the unsteady years

Alone across the quicksand shifts of fate

Unknowing where my errant feet would lead,

Towards a goal I could but contemplate,

Unreachable in my present state.

Time seemed to slow, the years of youth drift by,

I hurried on, life's wonders to embrace.

Often I felt a pressing inner need,

Seeking for the one beloved face,

My soul upheld by an unseen grace.

Now I know within the truth I sought

Through adamant and egoistic years

Shaken by pain like a wintry reed

For beauty lost and inner battles fought

When only the barest thread of truth was caught.

I walk secure, blessed among the blest,

For in Her love I found both peace and rest.