Archive for May, 2015

What’s a mother?

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What’s a mother?

Perhaps the one that birthed you

Or, perhaps she’s not.

Perhaps the one that held you,

Rocked you in your cot.

 

Perhaps the one that loved you,

Or, maybe she’s not.

Perhaps the one that nurtured,

Or, she just could not.

 

Perhaps a loving mother

Dried your baby tears,

Cared for you and taught you

Through your growing years.

 

Perhaps she is your hero,

The one who led your way,

Helped you meet the challenges

Of the everyday.

 

Or perhaps your memories

Are a different sort,

Of a gap inside your heart,

A woman who fell short.

 

Perhaps the one who raised you

Is not your flesh and blood,

The one who soothed your scratches,

Cleaned off dirt and mud.

 

Perhaps a different mother

Watched you change and grow,

Laughed with you and cried with you,

As she loved you so.

 

Whatever is your story,

Whatever’s in your heart,

God is always with you,

He loved you from your start.

 

No mother can be perfect,

This we know is true.

But God is like a mother hen

Watching over you.

 

He sees your joys and highlights;

He knows your hurts and pain.

He lifts you up on eagles’ wings;

He helps you fly again.

 

For mothers who have loved us,

All along our way,

For God’s care and protection,

We praise the Lord today.

 

© Copyright Ellen Carr 2015

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Remembering, Never Forgetting

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A salt breeze wafts in from the bay,

Stirring the leaves, rattling the awning.

It whispers the start of my day,

The magnificence of its dawning.

 

A gull soars high on the breeze,

Dipping low, skimming a breaker.

The sun sprinkles light on the trees,

The dawn-flushed gold of our Maker.

 

I stand on the wash-rippled sand,

Watching the sea, hearing its roaring,

Each movement is at His command,

His marvellous power underscoring.

 

I have freedom to stand on this shore,

Living my life, trusting my safety.

Knowing peace in my land, and not war,

Because of the ones who fought bravely.

 

Through the years many carried their guns,

Tramping the land, sailing the ocean,

Leaving homelands, and their little ones,

For nation and God their devotion.

 

As the sky turns from coral to blue,

I’m singing His praise, knowing His blessing,

I rejoice in this fine morning view,

Remembering, never forgetting.

 

© Copyright Ellen Carr 2015