I am grateful to Gurumayi for this beautiful poem acknowledging a mother’s hard work, unconditional love for her children, and the immense strength and determination with which she raises and looks after her children.
As I listened to this poem, I remembered my own mother’s hardships, her continuous work, and her desire to put our needs first, so that we could have a better life.
My mother forgave us easily, loved us immensely, and made us feel happy even when she wasn’t feeling well. It is true that growing up I did not appreciate what my mother had done for us. But now that I am a mother myself, I recognize the immense sacrifices she had made to keep us happy and to give us a healthy childhood.
Gurumayi’s words fill me with gratitude for my mother and appreciation for myself as a mother. The teachings in this beautiful poem inspire me to strive for excellence in all aspects of my life. They are shining beacons that light up the inner path I need to take to experience God’s love.
Melbourne, Australia
From the moment I first read Gurumayi’s poem on the Siddha Yoga path website, I wanted to recite it aloud every day in my language in front of the picture of my mother. My three sisters and I enjoyed having her in our lives until she passed at the age of ninety-three.
I’m not a mother, but at a certain point in my life I happily assumed the role of caring for my mother. It was an honor and a joy to be able to do this.
Gurumayi writes about mothers: “You are the true angels from the heavens.” Now that my mother is no longer here, I feel strongly that she is with the angels to protect us.
I am grateful to Gurumayi for the strength of this poem—strength I have made mine too.
Naples, Italy
Each word of this poem went straight to my heart. I experienced love and gratitude, and I inwardly offered
pranam to all the mothers—human, animal, bird, and insect—for I feel that all of them give unconditionally and will do anything for their offspring.
As a would-be mom, I felt Gurumayi’s love, care, and appreciation deeply and personally. For me, this poem came as a blessing to embody the qualities of a mother. It also inspired me to take care of myself.
Each time I read this poem, I feel the tenderness and strength of a mother. My heart is filled with gratitude to my own mother and to Shri Gurumayi who guides me every step of the way.
Bhopal, India
As I listened to, read, and reread Gurumayi ji’s profound poem, my entire being shivered with gratitude, humility, awe, and love—for my own mother, for the mothers of the world, and for the ever-benevolent Divine Mother of whom they are all manifestations. A vivid mental picture was being painted as I moved from one line to another.
As I pondered the qualities that Gurumayi ji speaks of, multiple instances of how they’d come alive filled my mind effortlessly—examples from my own life and the mothers that I’ve observed. First, I said a prayer of deep gratitude and respect to all mothers in the world for all that they do, their ever-giving nature, their unconditional love and warmth, and I prayed for their safety and happiness. Second, I was drawn to introspect on how I can honor, respect, and take care of all the mothers I meet—my own and others who shower this world with their greatness.
New Delhi, India
Every single word of Gurumayi’s Mother’s Day poem touched my heart deeply. I read it over and over and every time it filled me more and more with immense love. I am writing this share at an altitude of 34,000 feet as I fly today from Turkey to the United States to go to the aid of our daughter who needs Mom’s support. This wonderful poem will light up my coming days like a torch, helping me to be strong and giving in every situation.
Mersin, Turkey
In my life, I have not only experienced love and care from my own mother, but also gotten to know many other mothers. I have always been fascinated by their wisdom and strength. Each one showed me her love in her own individual way. Some treated me like their own daughter and were strict with me and showed me my shortcomings. But I was always allowed to grow in their warmth and unconditional love.
For all the mothers who gave me their love and care, I offer a beautiful rose from my heart to their hearts. I know that I am the person I am today because mothers have opened their hearts to me, and I thank them.
Konolfingen, Switzerland
I lived with my mother for a number of years near the end of her life. I was so fortunate to be able to share Gurumayi’s love with my mom. I had brought her to meet Gurumayi on a few occasions while we lived together. At night we would listen to lullabies that Gurumayi sang. It brought my mother great comfort and peace.
Our lives were imbued with grace and love. I was happy to help my mom during this time since she had always tried her best to help me. Reading this poem honoring mothers is a sweet and powerful reminder of the precious love which mothers are always offering.
New York, United States
I experienced Gurumayi’s poem, “The Noblest Volunteer,” as a warm embrace woven with words, a symphony of love for mothers. Each line is a cherished reminder of a mother’s unwavering presence in the lives of her children. This poem is a beautiful gift that ignites gratitude in my heart.
Mumbai, India
My beloved Gurumayi asks, “Haven’t you noticed how a woman glows / when she is carrying a baby in her being?”
Yes, I have noticed it, in particular, in my sisters and sisters-in-law when they have been pregnant. I remember a special moment, full of divine amazement, when one of them was pregnant with my niece. It was night, and we were finishing a festive event in a room. Coming out of a corridor between the tables, she came toward where I was. Her face was shining, her skin was soft with a delicate pink tone, and, just as Gurumayi describes it, “a celestial light surrounded her” and I was “touched by her gleaming light.”
Mexico City, Mexico
I loved each and every word of Gurumayi’s Mother’s Day poem. Really, mothers are the ones who give endlessly, love unconditionally, and nurture tirelessly. Their strength, love, and wisdom are the pillars of our lives.
Shahada, India