Mother-God is here.
The fussing can stop.
But I don’t know what I need to know . . .
Shhh, dear child. You know even
as you have always been known.
But I don’t have what I need.
The want means you’re ready to open
the box to see what I have given.
But I don’t have the solution.
The solution comes with the gift.
All the puzzle pieces are here.
See how they fit together?
Mother-God, are you sure?
Sure is every thing I do.
That’s the forever.
Oh, Mother, help me be faithful.
Don’t worry, dear; I’m holding you.
