Mother’s pearl is a symbol of purity. It stays strong through many life challenges. In my journey, I learned a lot. I am a Soul Geologist. I believe the words of our parents are important. They are the foundations of our character.
This poem reflects on the strength of my mother. This strength kept me safe. It protected me through storms and fast rivers. It helped me avoid the shadows of envy. To stay on the path of truth is a great victory. You can learn more about my mission on my About Me page. There, I explain how I combine geology and poetry.
My mother’s advice was simple. She told me to stay on the right path. This path is built with honesty and love. It is made of the minerals of a strong spirit. If you like nature, you can read about the history of pearls. This process mirrors our human growth.
This post is a tribute to all mothers. They gave us the tools to fight darkness. Let this Mother’s pearl remind you of your own light. You carry a quiet power within your heart. On my homepage MAGMASTAR.COM, I share more stories. I write about the soul and memory for my readers.
Majčin biser
tako mi je govorila.
I evo, nakon svih ovih godina bez nje,
mogu reći: bila je u pravu.
i naletima orkanskih vjetrova.
Plivala sam brzim rijekama punim virova,
i nisam potonula.
Čuvali su se, branili,
borili se kao lavovi
protiv svijeta zlobe, nesreće i ljudske zavisti.
niti kvariti prirodu života u sebi.
Išla sam dalje onako kako me rijeka nosila,
prepuštajući se Božjoj sili da me sačuva.
puštala sam da ih Bog sredi umjesto mene,
a ja sam u sebi nosila majčine riječi:
“Sanja, budi uvijek na pravom putu.
Ne dopusti da te itko makne s njega —
puta pravde, istine i ljubavi.”
osjetim njezinu ruku na svom ramenu.
Njezin glas ne traži, ne viče —
samo stoji u meni kao pečat koji se ne briše.
Jer majčina riječ je tiha snaga kojom i dalje hodam.
La perle de ma mère
c’est ce qu’elle me disait.
Et voici, après toutes ces années sans elle,
je peux dire : elle avait raison.
et les rafales des vents d’ouragan.
J’ai nagé dans des rivières rapides pleines de tourbillons,
et je n’ai pas coulé.
Ils se sont protégés, défendus,
se sont battus comme des lions
contre le monde de la malice, du malheur et de l’envie humaine.
ni corrompre la nature de la vie en moi.
J’ai avancé comme la rivière me portait,
m’abandonnant à la force de Dieu pour me préserver.
je laissais Dieu les régler à ma place,
et je portais en moi les paroles de ma mère :
“Sanja, sois toujours sur le bon chemin.
Ne laisse personne t’en détourner —
du chemin de la justice, de la vérité et de l’amour.”
je sens sa main sur mon épaule.
Sa voix ne demande pas, ne crie pas —
elle reste en moi comme un sceau indélébile.
Car la parole d’une mère est une force silencieuse avec laquelle je marche encore.
Mother’s Pearl
that is what she used to tell me.
And here, after all these years without her,
I can say: she was right.
and gusts of hurricane winds.
I swam in fast rivers full of whirlpools,
and I did not sink.
They protected each other, defended,
fought like lions
against the world of malice, misfortune, and human envy.
nor corrupt the nature of life within me.
I went on as the river carried me,
surrendering to God’s force to keep me safe.
I let God handle them instead of me,
and I carried my mother’s words within me:
“Sanja, always be on the right path.
Do not let anyone move you from it —
the path of justice, truth, and love.”
I feel her hand on my shoulder.
Her voice does not demand, does not shout —
it just stands in me like an indelible seal.
For a mother’s word is a quiet strength with which I still walk.