Wordless Love
I was measured and judged, and always found wanting. This loathsome shame was shattering. It ate at my soul like acid, gnawed at me like rats. I could do nothing to protect it. I believed them.
I took my corroded soul to the green heart of the world and wept there. Too shy to ask for blessing, too broken to receive it, the tears were healing, I see that now. My tears watered and nourished the earth which sustained me and when I became whole, I gave my beauty back to her. Full circle: the mothered becomes the mother (the whole world became my mother, as my mother lay sleeping).
The earth took me in, as I stood at the door of her goodness and fecundity, and offered me a wordless love, powerful and enduring, beyond anyone’s containment. Solaced and soothed, in that wide open space, my soul took flight, and was redeemed.
Lori Beth McCray 5/7/2018
