2003-0131 Poem ‘The Gentle Touch’ by Deborah Eckman, Vancouver, BC

With the gentle touch of Your love, like the Spring awakening a sleeping seed,
With the gentle touch of Your love, like Dawn welcoming a new day,
With the gentle touch of Your love, like the wind caressing leaves on a tree
We see, we feel, we breathe a new awareness.

The very essence of our soul, the very fibre of our being knows You,
Yet knows You not
For You are Maya – the illusion of Mother,
Grandmother and child.
All are one and none are like You, for we are all a part of You,
Yet You are within each one.

How to make sense of this unfolding play, this drama of life
That moulds and shapes our every turn?
Many have tried to unravel the mystery but, without the spark of ignition,
The enlightenment of being, it is as unfathomable as the Universe itself,
For You are the Universe and all that has ever been
And ever will be.

With the gentle touch of Your love, like the waves lapping against the shore,
With the gentle touch of Your love, like a blanket of snow that warms the earth,
With the gentle touch of Your love, like a raindrop catching a moonbeam
We are blessed.

For none before have seen such beauty and known that it is only because
You are here now, in all Your infinite glory,
To share with us the secrets of the reason for our birth,
To guide us on our journey to Your kingdom here on earth,
To forgive us all our failings and to teach us our own worth.

With the gentle touch of Your love, Mother
We learn, we grow, we love.


HAPPY 80th BIRTHDAY
MOTHER