Mother Divine

Mother, I know I am being selfish. But I need to ask you this. Show me a way out of my depression. I know there are millions like me and millions in more desperate conditions. But right now let me plead for myself.

"Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth."(Mat 5:5) Which earth, Holy Mother ? I am sure you guided me to this famous statement with a definite purpose. Which Earth indeed. Surely not this, the third planet of the sun. Many are the meek who were killed just for trying to hang on to whatever little bit of land their family lived on. It has to be some other earth. May be some other planet of some other sun or maybe even some other galaxy or maybe even some other universe. I am not being cynical, Mother. But can it be the Kingdom of Heaven ? The phrases in Mat 5 leave me baffled. I am sure there are profound clues masked by the simplicity of the language. Or,Mother, have I misunderstood the meaning of the word meek ? What does meek mean ? Who is meek. Was your son meek ? Blessed, Meek, Inherit, Earth. Haunting words, apparently transparent and simple, yet so elusive. Inherit ! Maybe that is the word I should try to understand. What does inherit mean ? How does o...

"For if what is passing away was glorious, what remains is much more glorious."(II Cor 3:11). Mother ! Yesterday you called me a "Hypocrite". Again. And today you give me this cryptic message ! I leave Corinthians and the author of the epistle. Instead I turn to you as my fountain of Wisdom. For who can know more than a woman and a mother. So I ask you, what is this glory you speak about ? What remains is more glorious than that which IS passing away. "IS" ? Is the glory still passing away ? How is that which remains more glorious ? Did not that which was Most Glorious return whence It emanated ?

And when he had said this he fell asleep (Acts 7:60). The miracle of language ! Death the friend welcomes Stephen to eternal rest and peace. To sleep for ever. Death as solace and the final liberation from all bonds of life including the heaviest burden of all - the body which must be fed, clothed and pampered, Sleep is but partial death from which one must reluctantly wake. Death, on the contrary, is the eternal merging of the isolated soul into its origin.

Divine Mother, You know everything. You know what I am What I seek, What I will never ever get. So Mother Dear, What shall I pray of thee. Nothing for me. Everything for this world. Thy kindness makes the world a better place. In spite of the greenhouse effect And the ozone hole. In spite of hurricanes and tsunamis In spite of wars and the economy Love this world Mother, For this word has only You to love it.

Healer of sorrows You make other sorrows Trivial with the burden of Your own unquenchable grief. Your fortitude emboldens All mankind. Blessed Mother of all creation Be our guide And mentor

When Prayers fail When the heart trembles When the unknown beckons You are my strength When I err When I fear When I doubt You are my belief When I rejoice When I sin When I wander You hold my rein