The Exalting God
To exalt is to exclaim,
love
To exalt is to exemplify
motherhood
Giving birth to many children,
chiding and chastising.
Loving your children, is your best quality.
Exemplify motherhood.
The Helping God
To help is to
be a helper, helpfully
sweeping and swiffering all night
and all day.
Helpfully preparing complacently and
confidently,
docile.
The God of Hope
The grass shines and sways in the light
It is so bright
The sun shines, during the day
It must be May.
The Hidden, The Concealed God
Where, are you my mother?
Are you washing laundry?
Are you reading a book?
Are you doing dishes?
Are the dogs barking outside your window?
Ruff!Ruff!
Bark!Bark!
God, The Savior
Unicorns ride outside,
Dragons play today,
My mother holds bags breaking with
groceries.
Go get them please.
Chimeras cremate
The Phoenix bird, swerves
My mother makes her favorite smoothie shake.
The Laudable or Praiseworthy God
I eat big bites of breakfast
I eat small sips of lunch
I eat large ladles of dinner.
What do you eat all day?
I eat the food of my mother,
She cooks and cleans all day.
The Forbearing or Patient God
My mother plants oranges,
and digs the soil in groups,
and arranges
the seeds side, by side
She goes inside for a lozenge,
away from the sun's heat.
The Adored God
The spring seconds the summer
Sending cool breezes,
over my backyard.
My mother goes outside in the rain,
seconding the spring.
The Merciful God
The air is cool,
as it runs through my hair.
I want to share the beauty of spring,
look up and notice the clouds,
and tulips planted by my mother.
The Favorable God
The grass is green,
The birds are seen.
flying.
My denim jeans are tight.
My mom tells me to change.
It makes me deranged.
The Forbearing or Patient God
My mother plants oranges,
and digs the soil in groups,
and arranges
the seeds side, by side
She goes inside for a lozenge,
away from the sun's heat.
The Adored God
The spring seconds the summer
Sending cool breezes,
over my backyard.
My mother goes outside in the rain,
seconding the spring.
The Merciful God
The air is cool,
as it runs through my hair.
I want to share the beauty of spring,
look up and notice the clouds,
and tulips planted by my mother.
The Favorable God
The grass is green,
The birds are seen.
flying.
My denim jeans are tight.
My mom tells me to change.
It makes me deranged.
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