Friday, March 23, 2007

Two Laughing Girls.
(This was written in 1991...but enjoyed reading it again this evening...they are a bit older now...32 and 29...but such good memories)

Two laughing girls live with us.
I see them walking towards my van;
heads bent in talking; flashing teeth.
Love sparkles zip around them.
No harm in them.

They are pure and joyful.
It is a golden time for us and I am aware of it.
I feel the blessings of all our fortune,
washing over me like the life in Earth’s oceans.
Shining in me like the fire of Earth’s furnaces.
Blowing through my soul like the sweetness of Earth’s air;
Sitting solid and substantial on my being
like the soil of Earth’s growing.

All the meaning in the universe can be seen in our two laughing girls -
walking; exchanging secrets.
All the love of God is falling about their heads.
And I know the meaning of life is to love, love, love.
(by the way thats a giant jar of Sanitaium peanut butter on that table above!!!!mmmm)

The meaning walks in all young creatures;
it breathes in Earth’s flowers
and sighs in Earth’s trees.
The meaning shines from Jupiter’s moons
and throbs from our Sun -
it calls across space that is swimming with life.
Nothing exists without this meaning - at some level.
Without the spark - absolutely nothing.
(I can’t imagine nothing)
And that spark glows like a sun in my heart.

Up to the van, our two laughing girls.
Sunstreaks in their hair and light in their eyes.
They live so much in the eternal now -
drawing with them eons past and pulling them to eons future.
Breast stroking across reality, light of the first creation.
Chuckling over simple things and bringing life with them.

I will know myself when the love I feel for them
is felt for every one of Earth’s children;
and the idea of responsibility for life is always with me. They are my lessons and I am theirs.
They make me feel humbled by the scope of life
and I marvel at its joys.


Cazzie!!! said...

That is just so gorgeous. As a mum, I understand the connotations of the post, it is amazing. We love to see them grow up, and yet we want them to stay as they are. I told Mia today, the 4 year old, that I wanted her to be 10months old again, because, she could sit, blurt and squeel and just clap and, I am glad she can talk, but sometimes you just wish they could be babies again.

Sling said...

Beautiful thoughts MC..I read it twice!
..and how about those two lovely daughters,.You must be very proud. :)

Pat said...

Love. Yes! That is it! The spark...the very stuff...of Life!

Helen said...

Wow, how beautiful that was! They are wonderful photos!

rosemary said...

Two darling little girls, lovely young women, beautiful grown ladies...and a mother to match all of the adjectives.

Middle Child said...

Thank you all for the comments... I may seem unlucky in some aspects of my life but more than balanced up byt the really important little family.

Sunny Delight said...

This was beautiful, my first visit here, and I have very much enjoyed the posts I have read so far.

Raising children is such a joyously, beautiful and humbling experience, nothing in life can beat it!