Mother, help.
Laying on a blanket in the afternoon sun, I ask Her.
Give me direction.
A long, silent pause.
And then…
Lay with me.
Let me love on you.
With a breeze, strong and cool, and the sun, warm and bright.
Let me love on you with the sound of the birds.
With the feel of the grass on your feet.
You are mine, and I am always right here.
Sometimes you come to me when you’re in need.
Other times you don’t, but I wish that you would.
Lay with me.
Let me love on you.
I have moods of my own, but I am always here.
Dress for my elements, and I will never disappoint you.
Choose my silence when the noise feels numb.
Choose my peace when the world doesn’t keep its promises.
Choose my love when they fall short.
Let me love on you by filling every gap, bridging every void.
You will never have it all figured out, my child.
Really, that is the whole point.
Peace lives in the acceptance of what you lack.
Peace lives in the knowledge that I will always fill you.
Lay with me.
Let me love on you.