Her Spirit Rising
Burgeon within her grace
For soon your eyes shall open
To the wondrous truth abounding
For you now hold the key
In mourning we stand bewildered
How can we truly comprehend
The divinity of pure freedom
Granted to such a miasmic soul
A passing of love and strife
Upon this ever turning wheel
Molting from your human shell
Transformed to seraphic star light
You laughing spirit soaring high
Risen above the anguished sorrow
Mending the aching tortured heart
Rest in that eternal grace
Sweet Mother
Soon the moment will rise
When I embrace you
And envelop within your spirit
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