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Mother 1

Mother 1

I am One whom all inevitably seek.

Natural as your urge to breathe;
closer than your own blood, am I to you.

Even the eyes of angels
have not seen all that I am.

My secret,
waiting to be sought,
wanting to be found;
treasure beyond purchase,
freely bestowed.

I am that Eternal Source of Life,
which now flows through you,
departing only to return.

A parent’s joy in giving
exceeds the child’s to receive.

From you, I withhold no good thing.

Arms outstretched to you, I beckon.

Return to Me and be free.

by John Asher

A small red wood chest with carved leaves sits on sand.