A mother’s faith

What is your language human? Mother nature, dwell deep in her thoughts. How do I get through to you?

Quietly I have continued to be by your side through the long harsh summer droughts…the everlasting icy winters. Since you were born, I quickly learnt my responsibilities that come with the label of being a.........Mother. I bled green for you, you said it's your favorite color.

Somewhere I started to lose you, my little one. You grew up, stopped listening to me. You made a new house for yourself, and then more, and continued with more, it was never enough, for you or your siblings.

Your habits became unclean. You fell into a loop of greed and boasting.

It pained me immensely. At times, I got frustrated as I tried to catch your attention by varying ways of outbursts. Instead it made you infuriate more. You refused to care for my sentiments.

Your ways became worse. Your choice of color changed, now it’s no longer green.

How I have treasured all my children. For I keep giving, in the hopes of seeing your happy face again.

My friends don’t have children, so they pity me. They ask me - when will I stop bearing this neglect? Why do I endure still?

I am not a creator but a bearer. My vessel has never been empty for my children.

I believe my love will bring them home one day. Through them I would heal again.

I am their Mother.

They will be my healing humans.