Mother and Son 

She sits beneath a massive oak

in the Garden of Noble Women.

Garden of the Promise for those who have borne the burden

yet never  heard the Word.

He never walked.

He never fed himself.

He never saw the light or heard the sound.

He never said the Word.

And when he died she buried him amidst her tears

in the lands of the Lord Calvert on the road to Padonia.

Now she sits in the quiet of an afternoon 

waiting for the promise to be fullfilled.

On the horizon  a kite and a  little boy

running o'er the meadow.

Sun lit mop top hair

dancing in the breeze

Part running part falling toward her

Little fingers of his left hand leading the way

reaching for her

running like a little boy flying a  kite.

He is perfection and as she rises joyfully on young legs

she moves toward him and sees the Face of God.

The same face.

now perfect in His image.

And from his laughing face she hears the Word 

The Word that God  promised

to those who bore the burden.

Mommy!  Mommy!