Wise Mother, whose love surrounds me,
All you make is sacred.
This world is you, your voice speaks through it,
To those who choose to listen.
This day is a gift in which to grow -
Be patient with me,
For I have been known to forget that.
And send me those lessons
To make me strong and honest in loving
So that my inner light reflects your spirit
On all around me
Like a blessing.

Wise Mother © 1994 by Nelle Calkins