The Voice of Mother God

the worthiness of the angels and the voice of Mother God
weaves her filaments of light between the folds of human hearts
and as she flies across the ancient skies whispering love into your ear
She will sing—

you are worthy
of all of the Love I have to give

her song cuts the portal an old dark old story
and She plants the seed of an olive tree
and watches it grow
calling in sunshine
and a watering can
so the tree grows strong

and the old voic, composting under the soil.
dissolves as the roots growing strong and slow.
insects and animals keep the rot away
as the eons on pain turns to dirt

and the song She sings goes on--
nourishing the voice
tending the roots
with patience
until it grows
and becomes