The Mother of Spirit-Children

The same mother that birthed me has risen from her past
And birthed a world of Destiny.
She is now mother of so many,
nurturing orphans with spiritual longings.
Her soul feeds the hungry,
And makes rich the poor of spirit,
She is a matriarch butterfly, with wings of grace
That touch the face of humanity.
Hers are spirit children, born from the soul.
My mother has risen from her past,
To find her heart still beating strong,
She will always carry on
The mother I know is brilliant,
A cosmic woman of grace.
And within her beautiful eyes
Are seeds of the stars
a million children waiting to be born.