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Mother
Virgin mother of spring and maiden of light
Once fallen offspring of your splendorous son
Humbled and now exalted above the height
Shining down over all creatures as the sun
You are the slim ladder of heavenly wisdom
You sent Eve to make our human nature exalted
You sent Jesus of Sabaoth to man’s system
You sent bright Christ to become what he emanated
The love whose warmth made this white rose grow above
In eternal peace, flamed in your cosmic womb
You’re the noonday torch of burning, twinkling love
You’re a bubbling spring of living hope in gloom
Sophia, you so great, beyond any price or strife
That a baby bird wishing for warm grace assured
Does not tweet to you, the mother of all singing life
His young soul will try to fly without wings matured
Your breath-taking compassion not just lifts those who sing for it
Your living love often comes before we even sung with our teachers
In your heart is tenderness and pity that your eyes emit
In your soul is kindness and the pleroma of pearls in all creatures
Now we, who have been through every path and place
From rivers of flames to the outer darkness
Now to this bridge, we beg for your inner grace
Strength to uplift our eyes to blissful starkness
Our souls are on fire like singing phoenixes being born again
In flaming passion, we pray for soothing gnosis of the true
We pray for every cloud of mortality to vanish with our pain
We pray that that supreme joy, that saving lightning, might break through
Sophia, who can do all without restraints
May your hands conquer the fleshly minds of ours
See Norea and the countless stars of saints
Folding hands, bowing heads for us fallen stars
Copyright ©
David Hyatt-Bickle
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