We need a god
to mother the mothers.

such a god—
the God of Hagar and Sarai, the God of
Rebekah and Leah and Rachel, the
God of Tamar and Hannah and
Bathsheba, the God of Naomi and
Ruth and Gomer and Mary and
Eunice and Lois.

We call to
the God who cradles
exhausted mamas,
the God who nurses
us with Spirit
and lets us cry in
a safe embrace.

Overtired, grasping in the dark!, we cry out the name
of the God to whom night is as day, who never
slumbers or sleeps, who sings a song over us
and gives us rest.

Though our own mothers fail us (or even give us up),
this God picks us up, adopts us, dresses us, embraces us,
sits us next to Godself, lavishes divine riches upon us,
gives us our names.

Our God mothers the mothers.

We thank Thee, O God.

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