Divine Mothers

Art by Anjolie Ela Menon

Did she feel cheated or elated to know that she nursed divinity in her womb? It was gratifying to know that the Supreme Power needed her as a platform to descend into a world of his own creation, for he needed a human body, and only she could give Him that – made of her own flesh and blood.

And yet, it deflated her pride to know that she cannot wield power on her progeny like normal mothers do. Instead, she will be directed by his Will, knowingly or unknowingly.

She looks at her courtyard where divinity played with dirty feet, but cleansed the souls of all that touched the same ground. And now He has to go – not on a chariot or coffin, but unseen wheels of time to descend into another era, another land where his misguided creations cause havoc.

Bless me with a permanent union, Son, where I watch you with full awareness; not struggle to find you in places of worship.

Amen, says the honey smooth voice, for you taught me how to walk and talk like others and be one of them to change them. Mothers unleash inevitable change when they challenge tradition. It’s not wise to stop the wheel of time and ask your progeny to lay embedded in antiquity.

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #303