How could we Christians so forget
What He had taught before?
To Holy Church we owe our debt
For opening that door.
But we have let that door slam shut
By ignorance, neglect.
The past is closed, the present gluts
Our minds that past suspects.
And in neglect we miss His truth
Of Mother Mary’s place
As Second eve in garden Earth:
New Mother of our race.
For Mother’s love we deeply yearn,
So we ourselves create
A goddess, and our Father spurn—
Return His love with hate.
We fail to see He welcomes us
In Father’s family;
As in Begotten Son we trust,
We enter Holy Three.
As sisters, brothers we can know
A loving Mother’s lap,
And in her love is Father’s shown
While in Her arms we’re wrapped.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 