Mother incarnate

This is a poem that has come out rather late. I intended to write this during navaratri. Navaratri is a festival in India in which we celebrate the feminine aspect of god for nine nights. 

Mother incarnate,

we bow to your power

with all humility;

for what would be 

life without the auspiciousness

of your divine breath?

Life is cradled in your womb

and nourished by your breast.

What a healthy beautiful world

you've brought us
and sustained

But our beauty 

is a mere shadow 

of your beauty.

The giver is 

always richer than 

the taker.

Mother incarnate, 

we bow to your power.