You shake and quiver inside, where there is no pride;
You doubt yourself, slouch and crouch in the corner;
You doubt me, too, crying a pool of tears like a fool;
You see, though, I’m caring for you and bearing the load.
You fear going back to school, as if you lack ability;
You fear going on to new work, as if only failure lurks;
You fear going on to new ways, as if haze fills the days;
You fear I’m going to let loose; like refuse throw you away.
Where have you been? Haven’t you seen me, and what I mean?
Where have you been? Eyes shut, believing flies of lies?
Where have you been? Ears shut, but hearing searing doubts?
Where have you been? In my arms all along and kept from harm.
Oh my dear one, why will you not believe that I can relieve?
Oh my dear one, why will you not take rest against my breast?
Child, so mild, will you not feed from me for your every need?
Child, so mild, will you trust your Mother, or rather another?
Child, so mild, breathe in my Spirit and wear my bridal wreath!
Be not afraid; you’ve prayed and I’ve laid you in my bosom
And I will not jade, and you’ll not fade like grass in glade.
After all, what did my Isa do that blessed morn but adorn all
Without scorn, with love, peace, life and light ere so bright?