I wrote this last spring:
The birds chirp a spring song
Different from the winter one so long
Cranes croon and chirrup
While Geese hurtle as they honk honk
A cardinal in the bush
Red for its evergreen
Christmas actually is Spring
Oh Birth Our Spring
Motherhood of Christ
In Us
We Sing
Into Being
A sovereign paradigm of Peace
Of Freedom
Of Joyous
Queendom
That Honors All
Blesses All Life
Unco-optable
Only Truth and Compassion
Loving
Wise
In her Wrath
Pure Love
Receptive
Only to that
Which suits her
Sovereign Divine Soul
Only her authentic expression
This Spring
Is about the Dance
Of you
Nurturing the Creations
You Bring
To Honor the Innocence
Of Your Own Presence
Your Gifts
Conceived immaculately In the Black Womb
Sprung to life in
The Soil
Receiving the Light
Igniting
The Lovemaking of formless and form
Soft
Gentle
Pure Cosmic Adoration
White Light
Petals delicately land on thorns
Of it yesterday’s worn
Branches
Her own
My own
Our own
Now ready to prune
Attune
Feel that inner gentle swoon
Yet soft rain drops on their delicate wings form
Fallen fresh
Our delicate beauty
Our thorns
Are all so beautifully transient
Expressions of the
Eternal
Excellence
Of
Mother’s
Love
Copyright Alicia Kwon 2025
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