A Mother's Prayer

Pardon the Pun -- but I am so tired of not sleeping.  Once again, I was up and down all night last night.  Perhaps it is something to do with an ever fluctuating thyroid level or perhaps I am drawn to the early morning hours because it is quiet, because I need to centering time, because it is ok to remember when I am alone.

 

I was doing some reading and discovered this prayer.  It spoke to me in unusual ways.

 

A Mother's Prayer

 

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Pray for me, now, in the time of my grief.

 

You had a son.  You lost a son--in the prime of his life.

I, too.

 

Were your tears bitter, reflecting the injustice?

Were your tears a torrent, reflecting the anguish?

Were your tears hot, reflecting your anger?

Mine are.

 

Did your soul become barren in the salty river?

Did your faith grow dark, extinguishing in tears?

Did your love shrivel as your tears dried?

 

Did you withdraw to nurse a wounded heart?

Did your curse and shake your fist to God?

Did you retreat into the past grasping at memories?

(the feel of a baby, new in your arms

the smell of a boy, sweaty from play

the sound of a teen, raucous and gay

the look of a man, who is ever your baby)

I have

 

Did your weeping stop?

Did you lie again?

Did you love again?

Did you believe again?

 

O Mary, full of grace.

Pray for me now in the time of my grief.

 

~~ Mrs. Joanne R. Gillbraith

 

I so don't want to be a member of this special club, but I will go on.  Just don't ask me to forget.

 

Today is a take care of Lamb day.  I’ll exercise and then knit this morning then I hsv an appointment at 3:00 for a massage.  It is also E’s b’day.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!

 

Today’s Quote:  Anger repressed can poison a relationship as surely as the cruelest words.  ~~Joyce Brothers

 

Today’s Meditation:  Every experience can uplift me if anger doesn’t wear me down.