Mothering Sunday Poems
Return to the Mother Church Back to the fold, we come,Steps echo, hearts align,Under the sacred dome,Ancient hymns, divine.Candles flicker, light anew,Faith’s warmth, a tender glow,Voices rise, a hopeful cue,Reverence, we bestow.Past and present, hands entwined,Generations kneel and stand,In this sanctuary, we find,Guidance from a holy land. Meaning This poem celebrates the tradition of Mothering…