Remembering
janine canan
Hasn't tenderness the sweetest scent?
Haven't you missed mothering, and being sweetly adored?
We forgot something -- was it God
the Mother who gave birth to all?
On the crescent moon She rocks her child through the night --
at dawn showering glorious sunshine.
Do you feel loved? If not, how uncover
that radiant jewel -- open, aware, and free.
In this constant conversation of longing and loss,
we sing together in the light,
and our love rings unimpeded,
unending.....
