"Let none of the sons of Israel live,"
The Egyptian king decreed.
But Moses' mother had much to give
Her son in the hour of need.
She laid her child in a bulrush ark,
Whom she could no longer hide,
Her baby son in a tiny barque
Afloat on the kindly tide.
What must it have meant to let him lie
Asleep at the river's brink,
With only his sister standing by?
Oh, what did his mother think?
She must have known he was loved of God,
That Love kept her goodly son
Free from the rule of a demigod,
Safe in the infinite One.
She left him then in the friendly reeds,
Secure in the Father's arm,
And knew that his God met all his needs,
Unchanged in the face of harm.
So she saw her son return again,
Though willing to let him go;
She had found him safe in Love's domain,
This mother of long ago.
