Our Mother’s Face


. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door.  And of all the forgotten faces.

Naked and alone we came into exile.  In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.

Which of us has known his brother?  Which of us has looked into his father’s heart?  Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent?  Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost!  Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door.  Where?  When?

O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.


Look Homeward Angel

Thomas Wolfe


2 thoughts on “Our Mother’s Face

    1. It is sad. It is also ultimately liberating. To recognize our own alone – ness and makes peace with is freeing. We come face to face with separation and permanence and no longer have to cling to fantasies that anything earthbound can save us. Like the angel, I am free to set my eyes on paradise.

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