This poem arrived out of spirit, upon taking care of my mother as she took her final breath... I cared for Mother with the help of hospice, in her home, where she wished to pass into spirit. We administered morphine to ease the pain as her body struggled in letting go. My mother and I shared this most tender and sacred time of departure in one’s life, crossing every bridge together, till her last breath, with my cradling her body, and holding her hand just as she had asked me to do. This poem is about Mother's animal spirit, the cardinal. Cardinals In Shamanism, it is said, When a cardinal visits It is someone from heaven Stopping by to say hello. They appear in one’s life When they are in a time of despair, And also in times of celebration. When my mother took her last breath I already knew the cardinals would visit. The cardinal was her animal spirit And she loved their singing As she, too, sang beautifull...
Women's Spiritual Poetry