This piece was written on Mother’s Day 2010, in the aftermath of serious flooding in the area where I live. It is the story of a baby river otter, orphaned in the flood, and the human mother who saved her and nurtured her into a new life with a new otter family. I had the joy of meeting Baby Eden just prior to writing these words.
It makes me happy to revisit this today.
Gentle Blessings of the Motherheart to All. ❤
Separated from her mother,
frightened and helpless,
she cries with her tiny voice.
Carried by rising waters,
pelted by life-altering rains,
she is heard,
she is found,
she is rescued
by a hand of compassion~
a human mother,
a servant of Love’s highest calling,
to care for ones such as she.
Upon one gracious spot of dry ground,
she is comforted, warmed, and loved.
Other creatures gather.
A Communion of finned, furred,
and feathered Saints find their Eden,
flock to their Assisi,
flow and fly with the currents
to this merciful island,
where the Dove of Hope hovers.
And we too,
far more vulnerable
than we care to confess,
become separated from
the Motherheart of Heaven and Earth.
Life rains its difficulties down
upon our unprotected heads,
the waters rise, fear floods our souls
until we cry out with our own tiny voices.
And time and time again
we are heard,
we are found,
we are rescued
by a Hand of Compassion.
God’s own Mothering Heart
sweeps us up out of the torrent,
dries our tears,
calms our fears,
warms the icy chill of our wounded hearts.
There is forever available to us
a safe speck of Ground
in the midst of the sorrows
that would seek to swallow us up.
God provides an island…
and when the waters recede, and the shore reappears,
with the gentleness and ferocity of a mother,
The Holy One welcomes us home…
*For Laura and her precious “Eden”, the baby river otter.