MOTHER
My own—a gentle, loving, happy heart, content if I but trudged on by her side—
An aching void—
A hungering after her,
I have never met in all this countrywide.
—Shakespeare's Spirit
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Be absorbed by the Pure Spirit of Light, Love and Reality. Be remade. Consciously live your life in fulfillment of the great law, Love to God and Man.
MOTHER
Posted by Luisa Rodrigues Luisa Rodrigues at 18:42
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