Mother Divine

"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

Mother I wonder about your mystery And I find myself wondering even more No Thought, no Reason can contain you I bow before you

Blessed Mother, Ever so caring Forever loving Before you I am nothing I ask for nothing You know everything, mother. Grant bountifully as you always do To your children Great and small. I do the only thing I can do. I say, Thank you for everything. Even your punishments Have the sweetness of a mother's admonitions. Thank you, mother of mankind. Glorious And sweet.