A Poem for Mothers Day 

Mothers

Had I been Joseph’s mother
I’d have prayed
protection from his brothers:
“God keep him safe;
he is so young,
so different from
the others.”
Mercifully 
she never knew
there would be slavery
and prison, too.

Had I been Moses’ mother
I’d have wept
to keep my little son;
praying that she might forget
the babe drawn from the water
of the Nille,
had I not kept
him for her
nursing him the while?
Was he not mine
and she 
but Pharaoh’s daughter?

Had I been Daniel’s mother
I should have pled
“Give victory!
This Babylonian horde —
godless and cruel —
don’t let them take him captive
— better dead,
Almighty Lord!”

Had I been Mary —
Oh, had I been she,
I would have cried 
as never mother cried,
“. . . Anything, O God,
anything . . .
but crucified!”

With such prayers 
importunate
my fine wisdom
would assail
Infinite Wisdom;

God, how fortunate
Infinite Wisdom
should prevail!

— Ruth Bell Graham

[http://bluebonnetprayers.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html]

[PHOTO by buddychange12 on photobucket.com] 

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About Paul Wharton

I am a cradle Catholic, a native West Virginian, and a priest since April 24, 1982. Spiritual Direction has made a tremendous difference in my life and I encourage people to try it out. My motto is "Progress not perfection." I am grateful that God has done for me what I could not do for myself.
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