Goddess, Font, Ocean . . . Mother
An Everlasting deity,
A goddess in peasant’s clothes—
You could have been so many things
But “Mother” is what you chose.
Two simple little syllables
Belie the awesome role,
But you embraced it willingly
With mind and heart and soul.
To bear and birth and bring up three
Requires no little strength--
But you had passion for this craft
And loved us all at length.
Would it be enough, your love , —a lone--
Without sustaining aid?
This doubt, it vexed and worried you--
In earnest oft you prayed--
God, let me be a font of love
O’erflowing, filling them.
Let me help them each to be
Complete, secure, Amen.
He must have heard your anxious plea--
For font became an ocean,
And we were buoyed—what child could drown--
Upheld by such devotion?
Now here we are, each part of you
Riding your ceaseless tide,
Thrice proof of strength incomparable,
We look to you with pride.
So to the goddess, to the font,
The ocean, we’ve one goal--
To offer back our fervent love--
With mind and heart and soul.
An Everlasting deity,
A goddess in peasant’s clothes—
You could have been so many things
But “Mother” is what you chose.
Two simple little syllables
Belie the awesome role,
But you embraced it willingly
With mind and heart and soul.
To bear and birth and bring up three
Requires no little strength--
But you had passion for this craft
And loved us all at length.
Would it be enough, your love , —a lone--
Without sustaining aid?
This doubt, it vexed and worried you--
In earnest oft you prayed--
God, let me be a font of love
O’erflowing, filling them.
Let me help them each to be
Complete, secure, Amen.
He must have heard your anxious plea--
For font became an ocean,
And we were buoyed—what child could drown--
Upheld by such devotion?
Now here we are, each part of you
Riding your ceaseless tide,
Thrice proof of strength incomparable,
We look to you with pride.
So to the goddess, to the font,
The ocean, we’ve one goal--
To offer back our fervent love--
With mind and heart and soul.