Leo's Articles - The Writings and Ideas of Leo Crocker Rogers

Topic: Dailies

This Mother’s Day, I recall the many, many things my mother did for me. She was strong, resilient, creative, forthright, and endearing.

She cared for me from birth to many years thereafter. There was no question of her love.

In the last eight or so years of her life, I was there for her. There was no question of my love.

In between, we were there for each other in close and distant ways.

Mothers are family. Golda Meir was motherly when she did not send atomic bombs to obliterate Syria and Egypt.

The following poem is solid. It says so many things on so many levels. So I share it with you.

thanks for making this world a better place.

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;

O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,

Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!

Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.

Love is our refuge; only with mine eye

Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:

His habitation high is here, and nigh,

His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

O make me glad for every scalding tear,

For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!

Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear

No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain.

Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;

In that sweet secret of the narrow way,

Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:

"Lo, I am with you alway," — watch and pray.

No night drops down upon the troubled breast,

When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,

And mother finds her home and heav'nly rest.

Mary Baker Eddy