Holy Trine

From where, in the beginning emerged The Universe; and in the end where embedded All these planets, skies and oceans Rivers, dales and tall mountains Colours, scents and flavours Charms of all shapes and forms Grace of every phenomenon Seen, sensed and savored As part of every day routine Ever imagined thou! Their origin That power pool of eternal blaze The source and sorbent in one Lo! It is the holy trine! Mother divine! Not just the woman! A mortal effigy Oppressed under hombre hoofs But know her as sacred pneuma Take my word! All my fellow men Whatever be her worldly nomen Sister, daughter, wife or mistress She is always the Holy Mother In whose heavenly ardor You are destined to dissolve In life and after