The Thread
Sep 6, 2021
The mother’s journey long begins
Before her babe arrives in arms
Carried deep within her roaring spirit,
Ancient wisdom from the past.
Stories of those who came before,
Warriors, breathing life into being
And those who stood beside them,
Watching and caregiving.
‘With woman’ they are called to be,
By steady heart forever thrumming
Holding space for the unfolding
journey of becoming.
Threading arms ever so gently
Across the seeming distant realms,
Guarding time and holding space
Through tide and weft and whelm.
Near enough to reach if wanting,
Far enough to fade from mind
As mother beckons forth her child,
Across the great divide.
There need be no direction
Of that which is divine
Simply watchful eyes and tender hands,
With room for space and time.
