Into Her Loving Arms

Arms open wide, she waits
for me to repent and turn
submitting my will to hers
changing the course of my life
to follow the commands, the call
of my loving mother, my God
Into her loving arms, her sweet embrace
I fall, letting down my heavy burden
I rise, taking up my sister’s yoke
pairing up with her, walking on the way
dropping my nets, leaving all
answering her call to follow her, immediately,
Living my life forevermore, sitting at her feet,
worthy of her sacrifice, her life for mine
My sister on Galilee’s shore,
on Calgary’s cross, rising on the third day
Walking with her on the Road to Emmaus
Her face clear in the breaking of the bread.

May 1, 2008