Pick me up, dear Mother
Your visit means so much to me.
O, how I need a mother.
I gaze at your image,
And you engrave it on my heart.
The beating of my heart,
Reminds me of my mortality,
And how you were
At a moment in time, Mary,
The young virgin with Child, in Nazareth,
Living life on earth
As I do now.
O, how I wish to live
In your purity
And simplicity of heart.
Here I am
At your feet in supplication,
Pleading peace,
That I might live
In the spirit of Shalom.
Here is my kiss.
Remember me,
As You gaze on your Son.
Engrave my name upon His heart,
As your fire of love blazes
In His presence.
I am love,
Awaiting the embrace of Love.
Copyright Joann Nelander 2012
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