The Motherhood of God

Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire

Blessed be a death that takes you higher

Whatever your faith is, that verily is you

The crack in the skull

The knife that cuts you through

Holy bosom, sacred space

Chthonic powers, descending grace

Supreme mother to the orphans of God

In the shadow lands of the world, your deities abound

Nebulae swirl like dust by your lotus feet

The above contained within, the whole complete

Dweller of invisible landscapes of blood and bone

Omniscient, immanent, present and unknown

Holy bosom, sacred space

Chthonic powers, descending grace

Supreme mother to the orphans of God

In the shadow lands of the world, your deities abound

Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire

Blessed be a birth that takes you higher

In awe, we stand of the Motherhood of God

In awe, we stand of the Motherhood of God

Holy bosom, sacred space

Chthonic powers, descending grace

Supreme mother to the orphans of god

In the shadow lands of the world, your deities abound