Shining Like Moonbeams

*for my wonderful Momma
*Every day is precious with her. 

You know some people
just have it – that glow.
And we feel a drawing in
toward them, much like
the drawing in we feel
when seeing moonbeams
pouring out from an ebony sky.

She, a walking vessel of strength,
draws us in like that look to moon.
We cluster magnetically in
gatherings near her campfires.
Assured, never doubting,
we are of her welcomings,
her acceptance, and warmth.

Her moonbeams, blessings
from her Maker, shine
as we are drawn in closer.
She glances skyward
crediting greater sources
of remarkable light. Always.

What peace in credibility-
to connect the dots of life
as clear constellations,
sunbeams, and moonbeams,
reflections really of belief beyond,
calming credibility, a luminous light,
inner well-being, knowledge that all is all right.

You know some people
just have it—that glow.
They know; they want us to know.
Thank you, Momma, for sharing love’s story
in your life’s living.

 

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8 comments

  1. Hi Jan

    Oh! I could really relate to this beautiful poem and tribute to your Mom, because it also defines the beauty and generous spirit of my own late mother. I love how you interject the imagery of the celestial light to portray her warmth and generous out reach to others. These lines really touched me —

    she, a walking vessel of strength,
    draws us in like that look to moon.
    We cluster magnetically in
    gatherings near her campfires.
    Assured, never doubting,
    we are of her welcomings,
    her acceptance, and warmth.

    Love the use of the term “in gatherings near her campfires.” Such a perfect and vivid way of describing her beacon of light and welcome in hours of need or simply hours of invitation to when you needed to feel close and comforted.

    Thank you for sharing,]
    my best,
    Wendy

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    • Thank you, Wendy, for visiting here in your blog reading. Momma inspires me as you see. She chooses strength & shares that. Always.

      Take care.
      Jan

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  2. I would have to say there’s a lot of my mom described here as well. She is always been a rock and a lighthouse on a stormy coast. This point is beautiful and I thank you for posting it.

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  3. “She glances skyward
    crediting greater sources
    of remarkable light. Always.”

    Jan,

    You paint a picture that is as vivid as a photograph
    or a masterpiece on canvas. The title is part and
    parcel of this work of art. You are so blessed to have
    your Mom, and we are very blessed to know her
    through your writing.

    Thank you!
    Sarah

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      • Thanks Jan,

        ..for the poem, and for the good wishes.
        I am doing amazingly well. My head is spinning just a bit though. It seems like summer had just begun and now I see yellow school buses, and I am hoping you had a chance to get some rest and have some fun.

        sarah

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  4. Jan,

    Much enjoyed this poem about a remarkable woman
    who has passed on much love.

    I love these lines:

    “She glances skyward
    crediting greater sources
    of remarkable light.”

    Take care,
    Kerri

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