Poem -

DEER MOTHER

DEER MOTHER

Native woman

feeding your child on your breast

nurturing and healing the hunger

how we all understand

the divinity of your caring.

The sign of the Stars

has transferred your impression

on the map of space

and today

you are feeding a dove

on the other breast.

and to my knees I drop

for the Grace of God

is emanating from you.

Crystal and prismatic Light

born in each man and woman

is Gods mercy

carried in every mind created.

We are no longer synthesized

to the vibrations of earth

where Gods footing still thunders

and speaks to those

who have lived well with his Creations.

Lord they God

let this miracle of consciousness

be spread far and wide

so that we truly know giving

as the supreme offering

enlightening the Soul.

Native woman feeding the innocence

of a new birth abandoned

you have made my eyes see

what I have never seen before.

It chilled me and warmed me

that Gods mercy

is a miraculous message divine.

Apart from the woes of our humanity

we stretch our compassions

by helping those entities that exist

within our spiritual threshold.

God is good

for implanting these mercies

God is Supreme

when we examine ourselves thoroughly.

Deer Mother

my Belief has been exemplified ….

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