She had gone to the Lord

She cried, when I was born.
I cried, when she had gone.

She bled, when I was born.
She bled, when I was torn.
She was torn, when I was bled
She was done, when I had gone.

She cried, when I cried.
She smiled when I smiled.
She cried, when I walked,
With joy, she talked.
She cried, when I talked,
With joy, she walked.

The stories she told,
Are the berries I hold.
The memories I hold,
Are the stories she told.

She kissed my cold skin
Soaked in blood when I was born.
I kissed her cold in the coffin
Packed in when blood is gone.

I cried, when she had gone,
With the dead, to the mud.
I cried, when she had gone,
With joy, to the Lord.

Mother is God incarnated.....

Just in case, if you couldn’t meet God anywhere

Why don’t you go to your kitchen

Search for that woman who has dirt everywhere

Shy to come out and always forgotten

Unselfish to love and selfish to be loved

Shed you her body and blood

Fed you for your good

Fled from her home not by her choice

Led by philosophies that are not wise

She needs not your mercy but your prayer

Believe then that God is everywhere

Confirm that God is not a piece of a stone

Affirm that God is flesh that can be seen