oh nameless Mother

All hail now the mighty compassionate one whose horse is a nightmare who flies with the sun who visits us when we are lonely and small who lifts up the spirits and helps us stand tall. We call her but Mother, we won't say her name, we ask that she shelter strong weak wild or tame, great puny or powerful, hirsute or short, with skins quite unblemished or covered in warts. Her gaze is far-reaching her mercy is vast, she touches all peoples regardless of class, regardless of heritage lowly or proud, she pierces cloak disguise lie falsehood and shroud. There is not another her power can beat wherefore she's the queen of all pathways and streets, of home hearth tree meadow stair village and town, so know of her glory and sing her renown.

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