After attending church service on Mother's day, the message from the sermon stayed with me. The Pastor spoke of mother's, the role they play, the love they have, the heart they have, you get the idea. Well when a message sticks with me, I typically end up composing a poem or some sort of verse about it. So here is what came of that. This is for all the mother's out there, especially my two. Yes I said this correctly. I had been born to a mom, separated at about 5 years old from her, put up for adoption, adopted. Later in life I reunited with my birth mother who died almost 20 years ago. Both my moms have the strongest of hearts.
The Heart of a Mother
The heart of a mother is like silver, precious yet tender to
the core
The heart of a mother is like gold, pure yet malleable
The heart of a mother is stretched, poked, torn, over filled
Her heart worries
Her heart weeps
Her heart hurts
Her heart tires
The heart of a mother ponders and savours time and emotions
Down deep inside where no one can go
She holds the moments captive
Releasing them to only the Lord
Her heart prays
Her heart forgives
Her heart worships
Her heart rejoices
Never underestimate the heart of a mother
It carries more than is imaginable
The heart of a mother though may be tested
Will never break for it is strong and resilient
As is a diamond
Psalms 61: 1-2 Hear my cry oh God, Attend to my prayer; From the End of the Earth I will cry to you; My heart is overwhelmed; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. (NKJV)
