On the Loss of Child Childless Mother The tears of MaryGather Mary’s Tears
There is no running or hiding from the grief or pain that lays inside ones cells They will pop up all around you To remind you Of the tears you hold inside They will pop out of the autumn‘s ground As flowers that hold myths of Mary’s tears The pain a mother knows of the loss of a child A miracle child that her whole heart loves And Greives On every moon cycle you bleed you grieve The child is not here Gather Mary’s tears They will jump out on nursing logs or in evergreen forests As the berries of lily-of-the-valley‘s Marys tears As full of poison as they are They hold the key to turning an opening the tears to fall Gather your tears They are gold Bring them to the bubbling Brooks Were the ancient ones Lay beneath The nature spirits of blue and green Gather their honouring your tears They are gifts to the earth Bring them For this pain you carry You are not alone It is in the heart of every mother who loves their child The greatest fear of loss Is the experience you know And in your pain You carry the medicine Gather Mary’s tears |
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