Guest post by Tracy Christensen, who earned her degree in history from BYU and now resides in Montana with her husband and four wonderful children. A lover of mountains and lakes, she appreciates stillness and expanding her understanding through reading, writing, and cultivating connection with herself, the Divine, and others.
They’re afraid I’ll pray to Mother.
But what is prayer. . .
If not the faith in my heart?
The hope that She’s real?
Because I feel that She’s real.
Even they tell me She’s real.
They say we don’t pray to Mother.
But what is prayer. . .
If not a bid to connect?
An eager recollect
Of a bond that’s existed
Since before the world was?
They’ve told me not to pray to Mother.
But what is prayer. . .
If not the most natural expression
Of innate understanding
That I am God’s child and
They want to hear from me?
If prayer is the process of my will
becoming one with the Father’s,
And the guidance I’ve received is
It’s not Me, but We. . .
Then how can I not pray to Mother?
This post is part of a series, Contemplating Heavenly Mother. Find more from this series here.
6 Responses
Yes, beautiful!
That final question – so important.
You have captured my own thoughts regarding Heavenly Mother perfectly. The final sentence says it all. I’m going to forward this poem to several family members and friends. Thank you!
Thank you, I’m so glad you found it helpful.
This is poem is as close to perfect for me as poems come. Thank you for writing your truths. They are like mine.
Thank you for your kind words. I’m so glad the poem speaks to you.