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Heavenly Mother

A Mother’s Touch

  1. I walked with my first daughter midst life and knowledge grown
  2. To teach her truth and wisdom and lessons never known.
  3. I watched with anxious hoping as she took her first bite,
  4. Then under blade aflaming, I said my last goodbye.
  5. I sat there with the handmaid to calm her troubled heart,
  6. Allay her casted thinking, her fears to all depart.
  7. She could not see nor hear me; I reached inside her soul.
  8. For soon she’d hold my baby, and we would share a role.
  9. He stood in nurtured waters; I waited up above.
  10. By Grace, entombed and risen, and I sent down a dove.
  11. With still, small voice of whisper, I solemnly decreed:
  12. This is my son beloved, in whom I am well pleased.
  13. I beckoned from the pages to come into the grove
  14. The singing and the buzzing, his knees to them they drove.
  15. Within the fire column, I hovered as the sun.
  16. “Dear Joseph—My Beloved; hear counsel from my son.”

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By Kim Siever

Kim Siever is an independent journalist based in Lethbridge, Alberta. He writes daily news stories, focusing on politics and labour.

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