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Dare we not look through a glass darkly…

and see beyond it to the light we’ve found,

the light of love beheld… cherished and

sought after, deeper truths which abound,

such as it is when it comes to all women…

not just a mere woman, more vital than one

among the many this Earth has… to astound,

anyone, stopping everyone in their tracks…

to see and feel but one truth so clearly,

even the worst person to know one woman well… 

a woman called Mother, none to confound.


What have you been taught, things that enable you or hinder… love or strife, a spirit of giving or one of selfishness? The selfish Mother robs herself, the theft will be known by all within her fold… in the fulness of time.