LOVE LILTS A LULLABY

LOVE crossed my threshold in bridal white,
A diadem of stars adorned her hair,
She chanted in cadenced accents fair,
“For man I make division, wretched plight,
The notion of another is constant in his sight,
It’s more than he dares, it’s extremely rare
To transcend the thought ‘I demand a pair’,
Don’t love others, be others, such is truly right.”

A mother wraps warm arms around her son,
To breast she holds him firmly, close up tight;
A smile slips across her lips, sunkissed bright,
United to her child, now the two are one.
In the quest to find Divine Mother’s Grace,
Hold Her in your heart with firm embrace.