God is a mother
I’ve seen her in the park
Nursing babies while pushing another on a swing
I’ve seen her in the grocery store
Trying to stretch a dollar to feed her family
Making feasts out of meager loaves and fish
God is a mother
I’ve seen her leading families
Through trauma and triumph
Through hardship and healing
Through death and birth
From everlasting to everlasting
God is a mother
I’ve seen her leading nations
Her counsel wise
Her Spirit faithful
Unwavering Protector
Whom we look to for courage
God is a mother
I’ve seen her rise from the ashes
With band-aids and casseroles
Holy hugs and hope
Wrapped in steadfast love
Consistent and unconditional
God is a mother
I’ve seen her joy as she beholds her children
Her pride as we take our first steps
Her reassurance as we stumble
Her mercies, which are new every day
Her ache when we run away without even a backward glance
God is a mother
I’ve seen her body
Her body, broken for us
Broken and poured out as a sacrifice
Carrying us, laboring for us
Nourishing us, delivering us
Yes, God is a mother
Can there be any doubt
Sit with that discomfort you’re feeling
And ask yourself why
Why are you so afraid of HER
SHE who loves you so well
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A striking poem. Thanks for framing those attributes in that perspective. It seems an intuited truth needs to be written down or spoken out in order to fall from our subliminal awareness into the light of day. Such are the powers of words and other arts.
God is all in all.
Wendelin