O Mother,
An Earth of Plenty,
Pure Fertility
Holds us in Thy Care.
We feast upon Thee,
Thy Glorious Bounty,
Yet not are we aware
Of the loving depth
Of Thy Gentle Breast
For it is without end,
Nor the breadth of Thy Blessed
Terrestrial Nests;
On Thee we all depend.
O Mother,
Our hearts have grown cold
To Thy Manifold
Seeking love in darkness.
Yet with radiant gold
Thy Soft Fetal Cord
Mollifies our hardness.
In Thee do souls dwell
All fears dost Thou quell
O Womb of all Creation
Thy Laughter a bell
Thy Smile a spell
Our lifeblood Thy Lactation.
O Mother,
But children we are
Strayed from you afar;
Thy Mercy falls like rain.
Thy Heart our North Star
It heals us our scars
And frees us from our pain.
May we see Thy Face
Pervading all space
Shining with Thy Kindness,
For there is no place
Withheld from Thy Grace
O Blessed Love Inside Us.
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