Everywhere

my loving Mother—who knew me well
passed away at a tender young age
i mourned and missed Her—for many years
eventually—i sensed She never missed me
because She was always walking beside me
a quality She learned from her own Redeemer
and that is why i still feel Her rescue
in my cold catacombs of deep darkness
that is why i hear Her calming voice
in a world dribbling in words of confusion
that is why i pump Her hopeful spirit
in the conduits of my weary old heart
and even now—i witness Her divine beauty
Everywhere

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