Mother’s Milk
Mother’s Milk
a poem about God the Mother
I miss Her breast today;
her heart, pulsing
against my cheek.
She unlatched me;
gave me to the care
of my brother,
her firstborn Son.
She is weaning me and
I am weeping mother’s milk.
*Author’s note: We are gods-in-embryo, children of the most high, given earth life to become children of Christ and to follow Him home. I am my mother’s child, but I am also a grown woman who has nursed her babies. So, when I weep for Her, it is with the experience of half a lifetime.
Do you miss her too? Do you celebrate her? In writing or in art? Consider sharing your sorrow and joy about Heavenly Mother via A Mother Here – Art and Poetry Contest.
I miss Her desperately.
Beautiful, Melody. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks so much for this beautiful poem!
This reminds me of the medieval mystic Mechthild of Magdeburg and her imagery of the whole world being nourished by the milk from Mary’s breasts (as well as by the water and blood from Christ’s wounds).
Thanks, Edward. Lovely imagery.
(Also, following)
Wonderful, Melody. I’m so glad you’ll be sending this to the Heavenly Mother Art and Poetry contest.
Thanks, Caroline. This poem won’t be entered in the contest, but I wanted to share it and encourage my own and others’ creative process . . . It’s amazing what happens when we open up to the idea of a womanly God. She whispers at unexpected times, in unexpected ways. The simple act of writing about Her brings her closer. It’s magical, really. Everyone should try it.
I am pretty sure you can send in more than one entry. 🙂
Yes, that’s right. You can submit 5 things. But whether or not it’s submitted to the contest, I am so grateful that you are writing such beautiful poems that speak so well to some of my deepest sorrows and desires.
Lovely. You have the gift to say so much in few words.
Beautiful. Just Beautiful.
Thank you, Melody, for the poem and the accompanying picture. Just lovely.
Thank you for being here, each one. And for taking time to comment.