TESTIMONY OF A MOTHER
The Queen of Heaven weeping with tears that rend her heart,
Who mourns as she grasps and clasps the body parts ,
Of pierced and bloodless body of her lifeless son ,
A pietà of human flesh and bone as the only ONE .
Mother with Child the perfect image of our Paragon,
For many years we remember that woman on good Friday,
Standing into the glory of her sleeping son,
The icon of tough love and tender care on Easter day .
Grieving with faith bears his burden of weight ,
Although he is far beyond her guided path,
Beyond the physical border and anyone’s reach ,
She knows that with resurrection he has much to teach.
Although these are his last steps to take ,
His skin dressed by her is miserably flayed,
She is aghast at his gouged and bloodied flesh laid ,
She embraced him once again and prayed.
Consumed by pain she had seen him crucified ,
Her eyes nailed to the spot where justice was denied ,
For He shall rise again and shall be reborn,
Set free with eternal joy and her sorrows sanctified.
Her soul holds the message of her boy for truth ,
Forgive them who know not what they do ,
Testimony of a mother still survives till date,
Because it shares the beauty that all men crave.
Jyotirmaya Thakur
Writer
UK
