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The Book of Mary
by Deborah Russell



Mary, mother, sister, child
you lift a heart
beyond the wild

A sacred flute, notes
not even angels
would dispute,
blossoms everywhere,
to rise to heaven

You change
our atmosphere
into the peace
and joy dimension

Mary, mother, sister, child
a smile of sunrise
in your eyes
a heart pure white
and wise, just like a mother

With brown arms open wide,
you embrace the world.


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