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Rated: E · Poetry · Cultural · #2196122
Who is our ultimate Mother after all?
I breathe her gift of air
Throughout the days and nights
I eat food that she provides for me
With the rain that falls from her skies
The seeds and I slake our thirst

There are animals to befriend
People to love
Heavenly places to see
So don’t tell me to seek the Father priest
Mother’s love is enough for me.

G. Gabriel
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