Theotokos

To She who weaves sinews in her loom,

             In which reality became a fabric torn,

For Fractal reality birth’d in thy Womb,

He who built the right angled Rune,

With Compass and square in Upper Room,

      To she who wove the Creator born.

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My Tether, my mother grapevine of Three, who            born Great Jesse amongst her tree,

In which groans sticks and stones,

Great masses of gasses twirl & moan,

And beetles kneel deep down in loam,

        To she who birthed one in three.

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My cord one hundred and fifty more, luminous                 mysterious did thy bore,

  All water is holy for he did so touch,

  The wine of plenty we drink so much,

  Proclaim his body transfigured as such,

          To she whomst all creation she did saw.

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To she who birthed he in whom we live and      

        move and breathe,

Who is Poseidon of holy waters of the sea,

Hermes of elements one plus three,

The Pan of Lakes, and forests of trees,

        To she who gives all relieve.

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To she whom in the beginning sat to

         the right of Logos,

When thus he spoke of the Earth,

The heavens above and suns hearth,

And all creatures in length and girth

         To the Most Holy Theotokos.

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Pure Gold art thou my Seat of Wisdom,

Artifice of Gabriel’s Annunciating Vision,

The Pearl Grape of northern vineyard slope,

She who wraps us in her blue mantle cloak,

Gate of Venusian light and waters art thee,

The Pearl of Wisdom and Star of the Sea,

For you who crush the serpent under thy feet,

In whomst all the stars and the moon do meet,

The fragrant scent of the Mystical Rose,

The Akathyst hymn and Lauretanae prose,

Pray for us most Holy Mother of Light,

That we may be worthy of the promise of Christ.

Amen

-29th Saturday in Veriditas time 2025