Fair warning: This post sounds very progressive and very feminist. It may well make a load of people uncomfortable, but I’m OK with that. Feel free to tell me the numerous ways you struggle with it in the comments.
In my last post I said I wanted to blog the feast days or high points in the church year. I was going to write one of my longer “this is what I think and why” posts about mothering sunday, but it just wasn’t forming, so instead I’m going to try something different. I’m going to write a prayerful poem on the theme and then possibly write a few lines after it. This is a bit different, but let’s give it a go.
Who gave birth to this world,
whose words give life, like whispers of love.
and who tends and cares for me,
draw me close to your self, wrap your arms of love around me
Arms which, once, long ago, in a place quite far from me here, were pierced,
Let me suckle at your bosom,
taking in living water,
being nourished by the milk that is your word,
let me feast on you, be nourished by you.
Help me to grow and develop as a disciple in the same way a child does in a womb,
And a final note. I am fortunate enough to have a super mum and in so many ways she has shown me Christ, revealed him and embodied him. I am very grateful to her for the part she’s played in the development of my faith.