Form: Mathlish
Oh Mother let me feel the touch of hand
That gives me inner strength to simply stand
And meet the grace of beauty in her light
While facing fears belied in darkest night
There's always something greater than my fright
The power of love in her light to give
The eyes to see that life is there to live
Oh Mother call my name in gentle tone
So I may know I am never alone
As now I sing the songs of holy praise
I feel her love that knows no end of days
It touches me as I embrace her ways
In silver light she shares her magic love
I gaze upon her from the silent dune
I see her radiance in skies above
As I kneel and pray to the Mother moon
©JGFarmer2009
A Garret Poet 
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