Mother 1
I am One whom all inevitably seek.
Natural as your urge to breathe;
closer than your own blood, am I to you.
Even the eyes of angels
have not seen all that I am.
My secret,
waiting to be sought,
wanting to be found;
treasure beyond purchase,
freely bestowed.
I am that Eternal Source of Life,
which now flows through you,
departing only to return.
A parent’s joy in giving
exceeds the child’s to receive.
From you, I withhold no good thing.
Arms outstretched to you, I beckon.
Return to Me and be free.
by John Asher
