For MOM

My heart flickers like a parcel in the night sky

Entombed in utter darkness where oblivion draweth nigh,

Living borrowed time like a drifted chaff

Bliss and joys seem not enough.

Amidst this maelstrom of hazy confusion

Clings a shimmering hope that gives my life a reason

Her pains and toils remind me to endure

Entrust myself to God’s sublime future.

No storm how dreadful lingers forever

God gives no test that we can’t mount over

And as I wake upon each new morn

Yahweh I praise, it was she that had me born.

-by H. Narcissus