Mother of my Angels
Master and spouse of my
Soul’s bread and water
Come to me, in simple purity
All that I am is yours
My possessions mean nothing
To me, my ownership is not
Something I value, I seek
The universal frenzy of thy bliss
And peace beyond the goodwill
Or ill will of men, their politics
I tire of their customs of ignorance
Let my cavalry be a spiritual vocabulary
The last touch of prayer before
The world changes, as I change
Along with the world, as is
My divine inheritance of this world
Of poverty, these heart-broken people
Their sadness is my sadness, but
My compassion, will it ever reach
Its perfect age? Will I ever know
The fulfillment of my empathy?
Or shall I be as a secret friend to life
Who gave to life only secret signs
And hidden signals? Who will know
My face that lived for the Will of God
The faith of each one’s true experience?
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Wuji Seshat 