On this day of Thanksgiving,
A time of year most favorable
For a heartfelt reminiscing
Of those things for which I’m most grateful.
For the Father’s perfect love,
And the Son, Eternal Logos;
For the Holy Spirit from above,
And Our Lady Theotokos;
For the Church who does restore us,
And the Scriptures she maintains;
For the saints who came before us,
And the martyrs who were slain.
For my husband’s heart of gold,
And my family who’s always there;
For my silly cat, so hot-and-cold,
And my car that takes me anywhere;
For my home, a refuge from the storm,
And my job that lets me eat;
For the clothes that keep me warm,
And the shoes that shield my feet.
For the day which gives us sun,
And the quiet dominion of night;
For the summer’s carefree fun,
And the winter’s tranquil might;
For the light that corrects and guides,
And the dark that lets it shine;
For the joy we cannot hide,
And the pain that shapes and refines.
For the triumphs that make my heart sing,
And the trials that keep me grounded;
I am grateful for everything,
For by blessings I am surrounded.
God bless a woman.You are a mother of God. In Your Presence,deep silence Takes Flight.
You are a true poem, a living verse,and a testament to the Cosmos. You are the Theotokos from the beginning to the end.
Your presence is a true symphony,a sweet melody,that brings harmony and Serenity into the Soul of the Cosmos.
Your laughter is the music of the spheres,dances in the air, and filling our souls with joy beyond contrast.
Your beauty blossoms Like a Fragrant rose.Your eyes are a lake of mystery and desire.You Ignite passion, setting souls on fire, you are truly Indeed a Theotokos
You create by whispering secrets and dreams to the Cosmos.
Your spirit is vibrant and full of life,inspires love, and hope. You, The Theotokos, You Are a Masterpiece of Beauty, standing Tall in Stardust.
Your inner beauty shines with an Everlasting Divine Light. You Move with the Rhythm of Creation.
In triple darkness,you ignite the night with Divine light of truth. Each word you speak is a precious song to The Cosmos.
Your smile lights up the world.
You are the Theotokos, the Mother of God, Your womb is inclusive, never exclusive!
By Chanda Katonga
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Voluptuous Mary, Mother of God
You are so sweet, so comely
Object of oedipal desire
Perfect and fertile, so special
Lord bless you Mother
Model for females
I love you, beautiful Theotokos
First among women
May I even get a glimpse
Of your luscious, Holy body
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