FROZEN
THOUGHTS…….
The
flames in the dark.
The
waterfall in the desert.
The
warmth of life.
Yes,
there is a heart…….
A
heart to ponder out
A
precious heart which pierced
And
feeds…..and feeds,
Until
the last drop of blood and water oozes.
It’s
the sacred heart of my mother.
The
embracing heart of my mother.
She………………………………
A
pleasant smile in the morning,
A
calm breeze in the noon,
The
praying hands in the evening,
The
soft pats in the night,
And
the melodies in loneliness.
Yes…….she
is the rhythm of my heart,
An
ever, everlasting, evergreen in the Everest !
Yet,
she is a frozen face………….
A
frozen thought for me…………
When
she stands,
God
goes behind,
Because
her womb is his tabernacle.
She
is the past, the present and the future.
And
she is the perfect offering.
The
sacred sacrifice on the alter of family.
Ma….The
first word of a child,
Ma…
The word in anguish,
Ma…
The last word of a man.
“ Ma…
You are A to Z.
Yet….
You are a divine mystery,
A
great mystery for me….!!! “
Helen
Maria P.T.
Plus
Two Humanities
Varakkad
HSS.
