Mother, my mother,
I wait for you.
In a land of hope and flowers,
I seek one blossom.
I am the fertile seed
Grown and untimely parted.
Love embraces me,
And in love I wait for you.
The world rejected me.
With fear, lies and towers of self.
Forgiveness awaits your desire.
Light waits to shatter your darkness.
In a land where all is forgiven
Our mended, broken hearts may yet be one.
The flower of forgiveness I hold out to you.
Kiss it first for yourself and then the world.
All will yet be well,
As love is our bond in this land of Now but not yet.
© 2016 Joann Nelander