I originally posted this on Mothering Sunday, in England, which was the first Sunday of our lockdown, but I repost it now for all my North American Friends for whom today is Mothers’ Day:
I planned to post a sonnet, but I start with a sigh. This will be a hard Sunday for so many: not only the first Sunday for so many churches when they will not meet physically together, though they will unite in prayer and online, to start the long yearning for reunion, but also it is Mothering Sunday, and so many are rightly staying at home when they naturally yearn to visit their mother. We know that, paradoxically, staying away is the most loving thing we can do, but it doesn’t feel like that.
Nevertheless we can love and be thankful and remember that our very existence in the world is testimony to the love and labour of our mothers. So once more I post my poem of thanksgiving for all parents, especialy for those who bore the fruitful pain of labour.And more particularly in this poem I have singled out for praise those heroic single parents who, for whatever reason, have found themselves bearing alone the burdens, and sharing with no-one the joys of their parenthood. They were already isolated before ‘self isolation’ was a thing, and now, with schools closed, their labour is multiplied, and without the help f neighbours. We cannot bring them physically into the church today, but in our prayers we bring them into Christ.
This poem is from my book Sounding the Seasons published by Canterbury Press and it is available on Amazon Here
I am grateful to Oliver Neale for his thought-provoking work as a photographer, and, as always, you can hear the poem by clicking on the ‘play’ button, or on the title
At last, in spite of all, a recognition,
For those who loved and laboured for so long,
Who brought us, through that labour, to fruition
To flourish in the place where we belong.
A thanks to those who stayed and did the raising,
Who buckled down and did the work of two,
Whom governments have mocked instead of praising,
Who hid their heart-break and still struggled through,
The single mothers forced onto the edge
Whose work the world has overlooked, neglected,
Invisible to wealth and privilege,
But in whose lives the kingdom is reflected.
Now into Christ our mother church we bring them,
Who shares with them the birth-pangs of His Kingdom.
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7 responses to “Mother’s Day: a sonnet (and a sigh)”
Thanks so much for this…
Perfect it reflects the often amazing skill of single mothers-thankyou
Lovely. I always remember my husband’s mother on Mother’s Day as one whose birth pangs must have been particularly arduous as she prayed Mark into the Kingdom. An unwanted child at birth who had been raised by an alcoholic father and subsequently married several succeeding abusive alcoholics before becoming a single mom, she suffered much. She fully surrendered to Christ and, although she didn’t have much to say besides, “Well Mark, the Lord knows” she is now dancing with wild abandon with the Good Father. Mark credits her nights of prayer on her knees after hours of work as instrumental in his salvation. The love and labor invested into the kingdom has reaped countless souls. Judy, we honor you.
Thanks for this moving story