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Mother of Soothing Souls

Mother of Soothing Souls,
balm to my aching heart,
pillow to my exhaustion,
cool stream to my hot cheeks.
You are here to remind me
of my tenderness, to tell me
I'm loved, to praise me
when I'm taking time to rest,
revive, recharge.
You caution me against the ego's burden,
You lift it from my soul, featherlight,
and place it on my psychic
river. We watch it
be lifted by the rippling waves
and slowly slide into the distance. I'm left
burdenless, in your arms,
reminded
that I'm warm and safe, and You,
ever-present, here, with me.

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