The Mothers Song — Jean Auel The Sheltor Of Stone

                         

The Mother's Song!
Out of the darkness, the chaos of time,  The whirlwind gave birth to the Mother sublime, She woke to Herself knowing life had great worth, The dark empty void grieved the Great Mother Earth.
From the dust of Her birth She created the other, A pale shining friend, a companion, a brother. They grew up together, learned to love and to care, And when She was ready, they decided to pair.   Around Her he'd hover. Her pale shining lover.
She was happy at first with Her one counterpart. Then the Mother grew restless, unsure in Her heart. She loved Her fair Friend, Her dear complement, But something was missing, Her love was unspent.
She was the Mother. She needed another.
She dared the great void, The chaos, the dark, To find the cold home of the life-giving spark. The whirlwind was fearsome, the darkness complete. Chaos was freezing, and reached out for Her heart.
The Mother was brave. The danger was grave.
She drew from cold chaos the creative source, Then conceiving within, she fled with life-force. She grew with the life that She carried inside. And gave of Herself with love and with pride.
The Mother was bearing. Her life She was sharing.
The dark empty void and the vast barren Earth, With anticipation, awaited the birth. Life drank from Her blood, it breather from Her bones. It split Her skin open and sundered Her stones.
The Mother was giving. Another was living.
Her gushing birth waters filled rivers and seas, And flooded the land, giving rise to the trees. From each precious drop new grass and leaves grew, And lush verdant plants made all the Earth new.
Her waters were flowing, New green was growing.
In violent labor spewing fire and strife, She struggled in pain to give birth to new life. Her dried clotted blood turned to red-ochred soil, But the radiant child made it all worth the toil.
The Mother's great joy. A bright shining boy.
Mountains rose up spouting flames from their crests, She nurtured Her son from Her mountainous breasts. He suckled so hard, the sparks flew high, The Mother's hot milk laid a path through the sky.
His life had begun. She nourished Her son.
He laughed and he played, and he grew big and bright. He lit up the darkness, the Mother's delight. She lavished Her love, he grew bright and strong, But soon he matured, not a child for long.
Her son was near grown, His mind was his own.
She took from the source for the life She'd begun. Now the cold empty void was enticing Her son. The Mother gave love,But the youth longed for more, For knowledge, excitement, to travel,explore.   Chaos was Her foe. But her son yearned to go.




This is just  a little sample of the mothers song that can be found in the book by Jean M. Auel. My all time favorite writer, there really has never been another to surpass her from my favorite, The book that this is from is called the Shelter of Stone, this is her 5th book in the series of 6. Many will know her work, and those many will appericate as I do her skill in bringing these characters to life as she did. I am grateful to be able to read all of them thus far. I can not wait to either read more, or watch the movies she has said she will create after she is completely done writing these books in her series....
To read more of the Mothers Song you can visit a local book store or go online and look up the books in this order. It is best to read from the beginning to the end to be able to fully understand the life of Ayla. Below are some links and the titles to each book by Jean M Auel. 1. The Clan of the Cave Bear 2. Valley of the horses             3. The Mammoth Hunters        4. The plains of Passage            5. The Shelter of Stone               6. The Land of Painted Caves     
Link to her website             http://www.jeanauel.com/         Fan site                http://ecfans.com/        Buy Her books here            http://www.amazon.com/Jean-M.-Auel/e/B000APVANG