Guest Post: Prodigals

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art by Charlie Mackesy

by Caroline Crockett Brock

Prodigals

I imagine a cosmic welcome party thrown in our honor.

The prodigal daughters have come home to their Mother.

Long lost in the world and enslaved to foreign Masters,

They return.

And Mother’s embrace fills an ache as deep as the ocean.

I imagine a cosmic welcome party thrown in their honor.

Our Husbands, sons and brothers–prodigals no more.

Their spiritual amnesia gone, they cry out “Mommy!”

She answers.

Like a mother standing in the doorway of her sleeping child’s room,

She’s been there watching, waiting all along.

 

Caroline Crockett Brock: Lover. Mother. Writer. Goddess in Embryo.