Sometimes when life is difficult,
I curl up in my Mother's lap
and drink her ever-present love
that never has required
a single thing to change.
And when my life requires courage,
or I don't know what to say
or how to be,
I go to her and
listen with my heart.
My Mother birthed the world
and everything that's in it.
Her wisdom excludes nothing;
and yet she rushes to my side
if I but beckon her.
What a pure, abiding presence
is my Mother, Silence.
Dorothy Hunt
photo: Peter Bowers