Reflection
When I go out into the night air and look up at the moon — I see a loving mom, wrapping her arms around me, comforting me and shining a light on my path. Even when I don’t see her, I know she is there.
We are all children of a loving parent.
And this is a poem from a mother’s heart, for only a mother knows the journey to the soul and a journey she cannot partake. Her children have to walk through their own deserts alone. All a mother has is her unconditional love and everlasting light to shine on their path — soon they will see the divine within, the source of their strength, welcoming them home.
— a reflection by Corvalya
Return to No More Tears.
Notice what shifts.