When Mother Prays
By: the iHope Poet
The world stands still --
the rolling tides and lofty hills,
the willows and the singing birds,
the wind, with it's majestic words,
all cease to move -- for just a breath.
to hear the words Her lips will send.
Straight from the heart t'ward heav'n above --
while angels stand around in love.
They carry all that She requests
to Father, who must long to bless.
For Mother is His favorite child
and every one of Her desires
call down blessings from the sky,
as sung in her sweet lullabies.
From young to old -- through come and gone
-- Her prayers continue, dawn to dawn.
It never falters, Mother's faith;
and every time She beckons grace,
in comes the light with record speed
to quickly ease her children's needs.
That haste is clearer when we see
how every wave and hill and tree
is hushed and anxious to attend
when Mother prays --
The heavens bend.
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