My mother came to visit me last night;
On May 11th, she flew in to call,
To see if we are all doing all right.
Her wings were brown with flow'ry strands of white.
E'en though she did not speak one word at all,
Reading her mind is easy to recall.
She cautioned that I as a Truth-Seeker
Definitely must be humbler, meeker.
As always, she came disguised as a moth;
Yes, Mom, God's Holy Light attracts us both....
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