and cling to her hand after my birth
I am calm in the fold of her arms
Her heartbeat resonates from the womb
Always the comforting rhythm of my life
Wherever I go - how bleak the event
Her heartbeat repeats 'I love you' my child;
'I love you' my darling; 'I love you' forever
and ever and never forget 'I love you'.
What's broken is forged by her mysterious power to unite and shape and form a body from fractured pieces of egos smashed to the floor by other more damaged egos. She heals my body and the bruises of my soul; the dreams that are shattered find a new place to emerge and ever so fragile are nurtured by her 'til they survive as I did from her womb. What for me is unable to be spoken is given words by her and I wonder, 'How did she know?' 'How did she know?'
What is this connection between my soul and hers, my body and hers, my heart and hers? What do you say my soul about my mother?
From breast and womb, from heart to tomb, she is my reason for being here. She carried me hidden in her body and agonized through my birth. She suckled me to life and nurtured me to independence; to live for Love; to live for Life; to live for Good; to live for Joy; to live to Give and to love to Give and to give for Love.
sowing seeds of possibilities in his mind,
to grow confidence in his heart,
to be the husband and father he needs to be.
He shields hers from deception and flattery,
her innocent loveliness and her maternal dreams.
He does this by providing her with all the love he can create around her from within himself and their children. He builds a kingdom in which she is queen. His stability and love gives her confidence.
of wonder for their children to explore.
The adventure of attempting something is more important to them than the possibility of failure.
Science reveals the beauty of the DNA molecule and at its core is a 'laminin' which is in the shape of a cross. Every cell of our humanity is perfected by the sufferings of our beloved Saviour in every cell of His Humanity. Every regenerated part of us in the divine version of ourselves owes its divine beauty to the crucifixion of Jesus upon the cross of the human will divorced from the Divine. In this crucifixion we were recreated male and female as originally intended healing the great divorce.