To Glorious Life Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Wearied by her day’s long work,
She finally draws away
And prepares for rest.
She looks onward as her
Hands become still—Sunlight
Is falling through the window,
From which she can see her
Children coming towards her,
Their baskets overflowing from the crops
She has planted for them,
Now come to harvest.
Though just silhouettes moving
Amidst the falling light,
She recognizes each of them,
And calls them home to her.
Though weary and unable to
Do more, her only wish is
To carry their burdens for them.
She does not think pridefully
Upon her work, now completed,
Her life spread out before her,
A blanket in which each thread is a
Single moment, woven together
The tapestry of her life she has
Given to shelter and warmth for others.
Before she goes to rest,
She will use it this final night
To keep her children warm.
So after her sun sets,
She warms them still,
Her kind words and actions
Lightening their thoughts and
Lifting their burdens
So that she remains always with them,
A gentle song sung in their hearts,
Mothering them still, sustaining their souls
Until, with the morning,
The meadow reawakens
And springs to glorious life.