Mother, sing me a song That will ease my pain, Mend broken bones, Bring wholeness again. Catch my babies When they are born, Sing my death song, Teach me how to mourn.
Show me the Medicine Of the healing herbs, The value of spirit, The way I can serve.
Mother, heal my heart So that I can see The gifts of yours That can live through me.
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Mother, sing me a song
That will ease my pain,
Mend broken bones,
Bring wholeness again.
Catch my babies
When they are born,
Sing my death song,
Teach me how to mourn.
Show me the Medicine
Of the healing herbs,
The value of spirit,
The way I can serve.
Mother, heal my heart
So that I can see
The gifts of yours
That can live through me.
I'm sorry I was gone so long. I'd been investigating a certain mystery of interest to myself only, and I lost track of time.
It's alright. I know how busy you get sometimes. How is your research developing, by the way?
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