In the Arms of Sacred Love
The arms of my mother
held me long before I was born,
she knew me and I was a part of her.
I passed into this mortal world:
death and life both close to me.
Then I drew breath and came to live
separated from the home that I had known.
Arms held me tight and I could hear
the familiar drumbeat
that had brought me to life
and helped me to grow.
The heart of my mother,
the sound of heaven and earth,
a future of love.
I was inspired to illustrate 'In the Arms of Sacred Love' during a visit to The Holy House in Loreto, Italty. Paintings by master artists depicting the life of Mary led to a desire to create an artwork that recreated that respect for motherhood in regard to all mothers and all women.
A2 Ink on Paper