Sacred Song of Our Mother
Thee can honor Me and yet not see,
The reflection of Thyself.
Impotent and powerless,
This worship devoid of Thy Wealth.
Thou art My Life’s Blood,
Born of My Womb by Choice.
There is no surrender to Me, Sweet Love,
Without surrender to Thy Voice.
There can be no love of Me,
Without Thy love for Thee.
And if Thou forsake Thyself,
Then Thou hath forsaken Me.
So fear not Dear One, as I sing to Thee,
My Song of joy and plenary.
For We are the stuff of Love, I and Thee,
Partners, betrothed in Eternity.
Come dance all moments with Me My Love,
Seeing always through Mine Eyes.
We are One for the Other, Thee and I,
Each the Other’s prize.
© 1997 * Barbara Atkinson
