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Take my hand, Mother

away from the boiling

black pot.Cool me

gently in a gentle spring.

Hold me hard, Mother, I

suspended like a pendulum

over thorny shrubs.

And if i were to fall, Mother

let me fall

on the soft foam of your belly.

Feed me love -

food of heart and soul.

I drink from Your river

quench my thirst of thunder

In the spring

Of your wrinkle!

I desire to busk

in the sun of Your palms

listening to Your voice.

I listen to your song, too

praising work

of loyal children,

honest to goodness.

And your voice

Elicits the light of day.

So i will do my best

to busk in your aura

pass your motherly word

to my world

print words of love

on palms of mankind.