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MOTHER WISDOM SPEAKS by Christin Lore Weber

For me the rosary is a holy object that connects me to my origin, and the origin of all creation...
 We spring from God's womb, the Mother-Womb of the Holy One. In art this divine womb is pictured as the cosmic rose. The rosary, in Western spirituality, is what has survived of our devotion to the motherhood of God. It is the mother-prayer. 
“As a mother comforts its child, so shall I comfort you: You will see, and your heart will rejoice, and your bones will flourish like living grass.”
~Isaiah 66~

The feminine principle in God has been called by many names: Great Rose, Mother of All, Flower of Venus, Rose of Divine Love. The 'World Tree' of the East was a rose-tree. 
Barbara Walker tells us this was a female tree of life and immortality and that in Central Asia it was called Woman, the Wellspring. All these images found expression in architecture, especially in the mandala-like rose window of Gothic cathedrals, reflecting the beauty and light in our very hearts. 
Washington National Cathedral, DC
Mother Wisdom Speaks

"I am the maiden of joy. 

I am song in the wind and rain upon the rocks.
I am fair love and holy hope and the flight of the dove.
 I am earth, betrothed. I am mystical rose. 

I am the mother of mystery. 

I hold opposites together.
 I birth children and sever the cord with my teeth.
Those I love I send away to their lives.
 I am the cauldron of fire and the cup of milk.
I am the two edged knife. 

"I am the old woman: I am the queen.

If you seek me you will find me everywhere.
I am the womb of wise blood.
I am the world's crown. I am diamond. I am pearl.
 I shine with the wisdom of God.

"I am the circle of being.

I am glory — splendor of infinite life.
I am the spiral, the fullness of being, fully becoming, forever, world without end."
Some of you I will hollow out.

I will make you a cave.

I will carve you so deep the stars will shine in your darkness.

You will be a bowl.

You will be the cup in the rock collecting rain...

I will do this because the world needs the hollowness of you.

I will do this for the space that you will be.

I will do this because you must be large.

A passage.

People will find their way through you.

A bowl.

People will eat from you

and their hunger will not weaken them to death.

A cup to catch the sacred rain....

Light will flow in your hollowing.

You will be filled with light.

Your bones will shine.

The round open center of you will be radiant.

I will call you Brilliant One.

I will call you Daughter Who is Wide.

I will call you transformed.

(Originally published in "Circle of Mysteries: The Woman's Rosary Book", 
and "Woman Prayers" edited by Mary Ford-Gabowsky)

"Lotus Blossom" photograph by Lisa Saraswati Cawley

Christin Lore Weber, D. Min., grew up in Minnesota, leaving home after high school to enter a convent. A nun for fourteen years, she taught English and religion in high school and junior college. After leaving the convent, she continued her education, receiving a Master of Arts degree in theology and a doctor of ministry degree. Dr. Weber has been a spiritual counselor, educator, lecturer, chaplain, and the author of several books that integrate spirituality with psychology in everyday life, which you can find here. She continues to write and lives with her husband, author John R.Sack, in the mountains of Southern Oregon. You may visit her blog here.

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