Mother Divine

Divine Mother Holy Mother Many are your names Many your manifestations Limitless your love And your kindness My true  Mother My worship is without condition My devotion to you flows down the eons All knowing Mother of the universe All embracing Mother of Creation Your children thrive in your care Take care of her. She is your beloved, Although she doesn't realize it yet. You are the great healer Take care of her. You are Love Love Her as you love all of us. You called me a week ago After a long time The three candles of creation, sustenance and dissolution Burned at your feet I bleed as the wax. Take care of her Holy of Holies.

I am like the unknown lady who bled for twelve years And was healed by a mere touch of your robe. How she must have suffered is known only to her. How she was healed is known only to you. Where she went after that is not known to anybody. She had only heard you preach.  Her need was so great  She dared to touch your robe without permission. She was scared and she trembled. She was honest and did not hide when you called. " Someone touched Me; I know that power has gone out from Me" She was not reprimanded. Instead, Rabbi, You told her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace". Have you called anybody else "Daughter" ? This nameless believer was blessed with that fond title. Faith can move mountains.  It can also heal.  It can also raise people from the dead. I pray to you, Rabbi And I dare to touch the unseen hem of your robe For my soul has bled for eons. I pray to you, Rabbi Not for myself. I pray to you ...