The High Priestess


The divine order, the mother

Within is wisdom and claim

Calmly gather self-discipline

To push for better days

Where she finds peace and resolution

Untouched and unfinished

Her throne need dusting

But never does she falter

Within her temple and home

She’s gentle but rough

She must stand firm to seize the day

Staying compassionate along the way

The High Priestess

Your divine mother and teacher

She is the soul and the mind

The breathing skin

We are wrapped in

Natures consultant and friend

She is all that we shall know

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