‘Mother, Mother, is that you?’ I pensively pose.
For after all, it had been many eons since I had sensed this familiar presence. It was one I had lamented for.
A voice then came.
‘Yes my beloved sun, it is me, your Mother. I have returned,’ she tenderly whispered through the aethers.
Instantaneously, there was confirmation by way of a nourishing breeze that flowed through the spaces of my heart. It was like a wind that permeated the flesh, and engulfed every beat with a prodigious love, the kind that, for a long time, I had admittedly not felt.
‘It is you Mother! The Mother of the World,’ I joyously exclaimed.
‘My sun, I am here now, that much is true, and it is here that I am to eternally dwell,’ she declared.
I paused, not for disbelief, but in recognition of the absence of Father.
‘And where is Father?’ I couldn’t help but inquire.
‘He is near, close to the end of his long and arduous journey, and so it is for his emergence, I with outstretched hand, await,’ she replied.
She took my hand, and smiled at me. She was every bit as serene as the purest of the Earth’s great lakes, every bit as beautiful as the delicate petals on a crisp white English rose.
‘My sun, through the anguish of our separation, through my prolonged absence, I have always been with you, in body, mind, and spirit, in all ways.’
She took me into the warmest of motherly embraces.
‘Know that we are home, home to that which has always resided within you,’ she hushed, so as to quell the voluminous waves of emotion cascading from deep within my being.
‘Oh Mother, how we have all missed you so,’ I confessed, as I closed my eyes, and took a protracted breath, one of sheer relief.
‘Child, amidst the darkness of the tribulations, you have grown as radiant as the Sun. You have learnt to walk without the aid of my guiding hand, and for that, I am proud of you,’ as she peered deep into the windows to my soul.
‘This is the house in which we together dwell now, from this moment onward,’ she assured me.
‘It is true,’ I uttered, collecting a single tear that was running its way down my meek and mortal cheek.
‘Clear the sweat from your brow, and wipe the tears that rain forth from your tired eyes. Walk do we now, as Mother, and as sun, to herald your Father’s imminent return to this world. Come.’
We voyaged the mighty oceans, soared the blue skies above, we traversed the lush lands as the oneness, and returned to our residence, the house of the one true love.
Father returned, and quite an impact did he make. As it was, all that had been promised was restored in the intention of God’s perfect peace, the symphony of divine harmony.
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