Pregnant pangs swipe at mother earth.
Long seeped poison rots 'til birth.
Wailing for faded shadows of her first
glances of the Father's great mirth.
He sings to her four corners through winds.
He cools her forehead with rains He sends.
She groans her last hours before all He mends.
He waits for their children's counting to end.
Soon all will awaken from the dark.
Her moans will end, His grin will spark.
His fire will purge the dead's mark.
She will birth and the offspring harked.
He gathers the children day by day.
Their tears and fears He will allay.
In earth mother's new life we will play.
In His embrace we will forever stay.
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