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Two Poems for Mama

Close-up of pregnant women holding flowers over baby

With Mother’s Day coming this month, I’m sharing two very little poems. Thankful to God for good mothers everywhere — especially mine on Earth and mine in Heaven!

Where do I come from?

What’s my source of being?

I originate far beyond all seeing;

but shape and form did come from you,

like leaf takes part in forming dew.

A garden bed, a feathered nest,

a nook beneath the sea;

the earthen cradle made of flesh —

where you shaped life for me.

The twisted stem and crippled wing,

though Nature may abhor,

aroused your mother’s love to sing

and nurture all the more.

* * *

* * *

The Word of God was made a man

to sacrifice and raise from tomb,

but all for naught God’s saving plan

without his loving mother’s womb.

Her milk to feed, her arms to hold,

her voice to sing, her love enfold;

though eyes may weep and hope may sleep,

her faithful love is pure as gold.

© 2023 Christina Chase

Feature Photo by Ashton Mullins on Unsplash

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Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog and have written a book: It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.

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