The Wonder of Silence

Mother

 

We are avoiding something.

We think it is pain

but it Is love.

 

It is waiting for us to fall into her arms

and give up our weight.

 

Our effort,

every bit of it

is spent

refusing her gifts.

 

Like a child in a tantrum

sweating, crying, blaming, and raging.

We push against a patient mother

who is grateful for our release.

 

Eventually sweetheart we will collapse from this fit.

Again and again.

And in this collapse

we will realize

that we have always been safe.

We have always been seen.

And our burden will always be lifted.

At the exact moment we let it go.