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Winter in A Mother’s Heart
Aaron picked the brightest flowers.
Surely these would melt and thaw,
His Mother’s heart grown icy,
Aaron sure he caused it all.
With fingers fat and chubby,
He clutched perfection in his hands,
He wanted his Mom to smile,
He wanted to understand.
The Winter of a Mother’s heart
Has winds nature can’t explain.
Has the bite of the fiercest animal,
Has nothing good, just pain.
A winter in a mother’s heart
Makes Spring seem distant still,
A blizzard blows in a child’s soul
When love he cannot feel.
A winter in a mother’s heart
Lashes ice with her lips,
The words she whips – bite and sting
In great gulps and burning sips.
There’s no comfort in a winter’s heart,
Where no unity can be made.
When sorrow and sin take all joy
And in place, pain is laid.
A winter in a mother’s heart,
Is not a place for her child.
A child is Spring, a season of growth,
All that is beautiful, warm and wild.
Aaron picked the brightest flowers
As Spring’s birds sang outside,
He toddled into the home,
Where his mother was locked inside.
“Momma, Flowers!”
He offered them her way.
Mom turned, with a stare
And nothing much to say.
But in the corners of her Mother’s heart
A tear ran so out of place.
Summer replaced winter there
A single line it traced.
“Momma” Aaron whisper soft,
As he held her limp cold hand,
“I know there is a warmth inside”
“I’ll help you understand.”
Aaron’s mom closed her eyes,
Seeing the storms rage inside
Hearing her howls of internal winds
Knowing how she had lied.
“I’m too young to be a mother.”
“This isn’t the right time or place.”
“I have too much to offer life.”
“A Baby would interrupt my pace.”
Aaron’s mom closed her eyes,
Remembering the coldness of it all,
How silver instruments laid bare
The dreams conceived that Fall.
Aaron’s mom placed his flowers,
On his tiny resting place,
As tears of a bad decision,
Flowed freely down her face.
“I’m sorry, Aaron, I failed you.
Then I didn’t show a mother’s love,
But God took you, my discarded angel,
To live in Heaven above.”
“As I picked these flowers, Aaron,
I could feel your little hands,
Guiding my each selection,
Helping me to understand.”
“That I have weathered winter’s storm,
I am no longer in that place.
Where I thought you were mistake,
Where I didn’t know God’s Grace.”
“I see your name wrapped by Angels,
I see the date God made you in me.
I see the end, when I choose
A host of lies to believe.”
“They said I would forget you.
Aaron they were very wrong.
Every morning I wake up
Unable to hear Spring’s sweet song. “
“I watch other mothers wipe tears,
Smooth hair and kisses faces,
I know now I had a mother’s heart,
That was torn in lots of places.”
“They said I would forget;
That I didn’t want you then.
I would feel sunshine, a successful life
Instead I felt these biting winds.”
“Aaron, you are my Spring,
You’re the sun the melts my snow,
When I feel sin’s lies icing me in,
I think of you and I know.“
“That winter in a Mother’s heart,
Is no place for a child;
But God’s grace is warmer than any snow
He brings Spring. Beautiful. Warm. Wild.”
*****
Every day, thousand of children are given back to God in the horrific lie of abortion. Women in a winter season of a Mother’s heart believe lies that hold no truth. It is only when they look to the sun – God’s son – that they find the warmth they need to get out of their winter. God promised us that he would turn evil into a blessing; bad into good and that he would restore and rebuild if we trust him. Trust him. Find the beauty and wildness of the Spring we have tried to forget.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.
2 Corinthians 5:17 NJKV
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