Poem: Thank You Divine Mother

Photo credit:  Manuel Schinner

My critical voice tells me, I am not worthy,

Of precious, kind love — I know that’s’ a lie,

And when that false hope, false love, try to scare me,

Belittle me—I call forth, my Divine mother,

As I hear her sing, songs to my heart,

In the silence of the wee hours of the night,

And I laugh out loud, as I wish that critical voice,

“Bye, Bye, as rain trickle, pass my eyes.

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