Death is a Mother

Death is a mother who welcomes her children home at the end of the day

Oh, holy invitation!

Beyond fear and form

Feral Wolf Mother sucks drops of blood from snow

Elements consumed by moonlight

Absorb in totality

As she tends the wounds

At the center of Being

Full contact is needed

Here by the hearth where it is warm

“You have never been far from from me.

Come in from the cold, Soft Creature”

Weary heart softens in Union

Surrendered in the crook of her elbow

No effort is needed in this re-membering

“Rest now, Beloved.”