I have been caught in my Mother’s tenderness.
She sees my stress and soothes my forehead.
She knows my turmoil and hugs me close.
She hears my broken prayers and murmurs her love.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow
of death
of pain
of angst
of brokenness
of disappointment
of fear
and anger
and “why me?”
and self-pity
and bitterness
and loss
and yearning
my Mother is with me.
She brushes my hair and holds my hand and kisses my cheek.
Surely mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, for
I am caught in my Mother’s tenderness.