The Ever Mother Part 3

The soul seethed in agon’s blinding dark wall
And twisted from the appearance of all sides,
But when she lay down her head for One’s call,
The Mother came and sang swe’eternal lullabies.
Hush dear, release the burden of your self.
The ego that stands in a rebelling heart.
Release the chains pride tightens round your chest
And in my mantle remain from woe apart.
She wrapped her child in a velvet mantle
And stroked a cheek that hereto held to sin
But in humility had left the toilsome struggle,
And come the Immaculate to let her in.
Hush little one, Ever-Mother had then said,
So she’d come here, and rest her weary head.