Beloved Mother, Geraldine
Ticking Clocks
by Kathy Mackey
In time, you will struggle to
understand why a day can be
too long when you are grieving,
too short when you are joyful,
and without limit in your dreams.
You probably know these things
about time and its brother, endurance.
You probably feel these boundaries
as you grope in darkness for light.
If you’re like me, you may never understand.
You may, instead, realize that time
has become your friend, your taskmaster,
and the ticking hands of every clock
measure out heartbeats, breath and tears
until your shortest day on earth ends.
May all beings know Mother love, compassion, and peace.
