The Mother's Wristwatch

"Mother of mine, beyond the sombre grip
  Of time art Thou veerless and ever free.
But thy Grace of love compels thy Blessing-Hand
  To use my tiny beats of ecstasy,

Each supernal work of thine begins and ends
  With my puny, feeble sound's tick infinite.
O who can measure save Thou my rapture strange?
  Thy Grace my only breath through eternity."

"My child, I am for all, and all I use.
  I guide all souls and things to my highest Fire.
But none can dare to say I stand in need,
  For I alone save my core and the world entire."