What of the other,
handmaiden.
She who bore,
the Son of God.
Was she like the former.
Ruth bore, the son of Naomi.
The grandfather, of David.
So to the handmaidens,
now we do ...
This then honor,
the Mother Of All.
"Entreat me not to leave thee ...
Thy people shall be my people ...
Thy god is my God."
He who bore the sins of the world.
Born of a handmaiden.
A gift to The Mother,
Eternal, in her home above.
We speak not of her,
this then, must we change.
This then to honor,
them all.
That then all of the handmaidens,
to the Mother, Eternal...
May they share. The fruits of their womb.
Eternal.
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