Mother, the words are coming: grace, strength, devotion, blessed—but these words cannot contain you. You are newborn stars, the very dust of all creation. Now, you are constellations light years away, or all of them—infinite, imperceptible, radiant, every bit of matter and non-matter. You are the exhalations of suns, pristine molecules and all the subatomic reasons for love. You, beloved, sought the wind in our souls; were born of nurturing earth and rain into something holy, and you never turned away. The mind of God knew you before you were you. I cannot touch you any longer, even as I reach, but you know these words before I speak them. You see our myriad paths beyond time and space. You appointed my still-beating heart. Oh, to tell you what joy you were, are and ever will be! All that matters now is that you are free and that your voice is part birdsong, part thunder, part the sound of planets forming. Bells are ringing as you enter the heaven of it all. Be now released into the formlessness we cannot know until we join you.
For my mother who passed away May 27th, 2014.
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“Your voice is part birdsong, part thunder.” I love this and can feel your strength as it even catches in your throat. My sincere, heartfelt sympathy.
“All that matters now is that you are free and that your voice is part birdsong, part thunder, part the sound of planets forming. “. Such a comforting thought, to me. It’s really hard to lose your mother. My sympathies, Clare.
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For the many whose mothers have passed away…
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