I recently came across a poem I wrote years ago. I cannot remember if I included it in my "younger Mom" blog, firstname.lastname@example.org.
Many of us are caretakers of others. Edith Stein was the German Jewish philosopher who became Sister Teresa Benedicta of the Cross, a nun who died in the Holocaust, who wrote beautifully about spiritual motherhood. Caretaking and nurturing is a spiritual vocation regardless of gender. I’ve said before that caretaking for one who is suffering from medical issues is extremely stressful. We choose to care because we love. It is a form of self-sacrifice, which is the greatest of all gifts. The incongruity of pain and joy existing at the same time is worthy to ponder. There is truth in it.
The reservoir is tremendous,
Her banks home to many,
Her waters life-giving
Cracks patched in the dam.
She moans as trickles of water break through
And belie her humanity.
The force intensifies,
But no one hears her amidst the rushing waters,
Amidst their outcries of changing tides.
Yet without such release
She would shatter irreparably,
Causing devastation to all.
She knows that responsibility-
It has become her.
The floodgates close once again,
The weight of the water returns on the dam.
And the work resumes, ever silent.
The waters are contained.
She is her work;
Love, with the greatest purpose-
There is deep joy in this, even in labor.
One thought on “Tears, Held”
Very deep. I am moved. Thank you for writing and sharing. xo+
LikeLiked by 1 person