Darkness Comes, Mother Help me
In a world dark and strange
I was alone and scared, trembling,
no soft voice to soothe me,
no kind face to smile upon me,
and no strong hand to help me up.
I was lost and could not see,
for tears filled my eyes,
blackness crept towards me,
wrapped my feet in a heavy chill.
The black grip tightened around my ankles
pulling me down slowly into a pit
void of air, like a thick murky swamp.
Darkness comes, Mother Help me.
I called upon The Mother,
my silent screams echoed around Earth
and came back in moans of terror,
chilling me to the bone.
I remembered The Mother from a distant past,
a time of war and enemy invasions,
I called upon Her then and She gave me strength,
the power to rise up and encourage my warriors
as we fought with fury and victory came to us.
Now I called Her again,
to help me fight my own demons.
From far above I saw a dim light,
it grew brighter and I pulled
one hand up out of thick mud
to reach up as high as I could.
The Heavens opened up with healing light,
She stood on a cloud, a giantess,
beautiful, her eyes full of love,
and reached down to clasp my hand.
In an instant, as soon as I felt Her touch,
I was on the cloud with Her,
clean and pure I was,
a great peace washed over me.
Once again I put my faith in The Mother
and She was there for me,
healing me, giving me courage
and the strength to go on,
to have faith in myself.
© 2021 Phyllis Doyle Burns
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