Moulding Mountains (for everyone who has a mother)

photo:  my mother and me

Moulding Mountains (for everyone who has a mother)

One never knows when he will be needed to task,

or be asked to mold mountains

Heaps of rocks may bar the way

Be patient – pray

Ask for help when unfolding clay

Hardened cracks are road maps 

Earth was not seeded in a day

Eons of stars fell, to birth ~ ~ ~ come what may

Do not insist to be on left, or right side of road – stay in the center

Persist – pray

Rise in the sun

Sleep in the moon

You will be there soon

Bent on your own way will not let you in

Being set in stone will stunt your growth

Do not resist the life you chose

Forgive those who wronged you as you would your own broken skin

or your brothers

Mothers don’t lie when they say I love you

A small token I know, now that she’s gone

You can see her when you unfold mountains of piled up dirt holding you to your past,
where you grasp on

Unfold

Remold

At last you will know for sure

your Mother

and her words,
grow,

I love you,

now go


Mom