Mother’s Milk
a poem about God the Mother
I miss Her breast today;
her heart, pulsing
against my cheek.
She unlatched me;
gave me to the care
of my brother,
her firstborn Son.
She is weaning me and
I am weeping mother’s milk.
*Author’s note: We are gods-in-embryo, children of the most high, given earth life to become children of Christ and to follow Him home. I am my mother’s child, but I am also a grown woman who has nursed her babies. So, when I weep for Her, it is with the experience of half a lifetime.
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