Mothers Heart

Water trickles slowly down her smooth bone.
In the midst of a weightless heart, 
You hear her breathing.
In the East, clouds roll forward.
Soon her thoughts are lost.
Gray skies over take her eyes
(clouded rain falls).
Soon to be forgotten,
She surrenders herself into the faithless night.

Fallen to the ground,
Sadness overlooks the light.
Tears overthrow her heart.  
Looking up she sees her Son,
Pounded to wood, soaked in blood.
Higher and higher He looks to the sky.
Mockery is all she hears.
Torn from herself, she dies within.
Her first born dead, now lives again.