Mother's Song (Gerard Kelly)

Sometimes, I wake up at 'ridiculous' o'clock with the sense to pray for my family, especially my son, Karl.  There is nothing drastically going wrong in his life: however, that shouldn't stop me from bringing him before God in prayer. 

I love this spoken worship poem by Gerard Kelly and it sums up my thoughts this morning. It is entitled a 'Mother's Song'.

                                                         

I gave you the earth,

my child, gift of love,

its contoured face carved

by time and the weather's knife,

it's patchwork of forests

sewn with the threads of rivers,

its oceans

of salted life.

I give you the rhythms

of time and tide and voices,

the drumroll of rainfall

when the ground's tight skin is dry.

I give you a choir

of leaves to sing the wind to you,

a palette of sungold

for a canvassful of sky.

I give you your place

on this planet of wonders,

crown jewel of the heavens

in a Guinness-black dome.

I give you the garden

God's artistry has landscaped

to be your classroom and playground,

your palace,

your home.

For joy

I give you laughter.

For peace

I give you sleep.

For fear and failure,

my embrace to call upon.

I give you the earth,

my child, gift of love,

and I give you my prayer

that you live

to pass it on.