Mother's Day 2025 Poem

Greetings and Salutations from Mr. Wednesday this Holy Sunday in The Gloverzone, Amen.

It is Mother's Day this time around.

I have a gift for the world.

A Taste from Paradoxial Dimensions, completed at 8:22 AM This Morning. A Four Page poem to give praise to the Blessed Mother. Enjoy, share, and read this to your mother. To keep my work going, any donations would be supremely appreciated. CashApp: $gloverzone PayPal.me/gloverzone Zelle: icg322@gmail.com Phone number for Zelle: 925-914-1926

Beloved Mother, O’ Source That Forms Me

Birth. Life. The Beginning of all Things. The heartbeat. Boundless grace, immeasurable

sensitivity. In all forms shall this be called the center of creation, the form of the universe. No

form of existence measures without the inception which brings air and constant thought into

reality, a reality which is formed by adaptation to the world and actions of beings around, who forcibly interact throughout the cycle of the rest of created time.

It is because of women that such an examined force can be grasped and comprehended. Without the truth of a woman, a man in all his glory cannot exist. I witness in your eye the purpose of the birth of life, your pupil reflecting the manifestation of centuries past, ancient history of pain and the cycle of time remaining forever recorded as part of a singular experience, not expressed but transparently conceived, within a singular moment which stretches out and never ends. It humbles me to tremble before your presence, a body not yet touched by the magic of grace and kindness, a devoted wanderer who drudges his weary feet towards the quest of the impossible.

For as a life continues for a man such as I, there is nothing greater cherished closer to the heart than the love of his mother, a pride and string of vibrant consistency which grows from a 9-Month bond, formulating and constructing organic tissue and supreme wisdom until the strength of the creation of life is so formidable it becomes ready to release itself from the nest in which it developed, and embrace the atmosphere and the very air she breathes to become connected in new ways, once more.

From the awakening of the first breath, I breathe the breath of life, made possible by the passing on of the very best of my mother, and I will never cease to stare at the eyes of the beloved mother who holds me, tender in her arms, amazed by the result of humanity’s greatest recurring natural achievement – the continuation, renewal and original inception of new breathing functioning existence, each unique from the last, all made possible because of the resilience and love from the woman who harnessed the responsibility of becoming a mother, the ultimate teacher and guide towards a balanced time on Earth. And in the time that cycles into certainty, where the closure of the circle rests in the limit of constrained time, all that comes to pass in the competition of your journey is perfection and nothing less, for in all that was not said or done which was intended, all that did occur manifested exactly what was intended, as is affected and has caused the reaction which changed the world.

In the years that follow into youth, she raises consciousness, awareness and virtues to harness the child’s resistance to negative interference in this uncertain world of confusion and malice. Not a single lesson taught ever leaves his brain, for the imparting of such wisdom dedicated in the span of time which are witnessed in years becomes cemented by each remarkable day as the bond between mother and son forges on with emotional alchemy. It is through her that all is possible.

The touch of a mother’s hands upon a single space on the human body resonates more harmony than the sacred geometry which forms string theory to connect the dimensions of the universe. And in the divinity of actualization knowing who the sacred guardian is, there is nothing a child like me cannot do when raised by a being so sacred, so freely sacrificing to pass on the most important of reality towards the generation she has now brought into humanity, contributing original power and legacy to the planet which hosts the largest collection of souls to our limited awareness in the solar system we occupy.

Thank you for willing me into the shared experience of your life, raising me with the sacred

father, protected by the fearless might of my sacred brother, for in this lineage which we

collectively live together, all unification is possible and not a single objective is so far out of the reach of accomplishment when appropriately working together in the bond of family. It is

because of your decision to be the noblest of personal leaders that a leader like me is incepted, willed to be kind just and true to all I meet, with a sensitive consideration applied to each unique soul I resonate, in the image and sincerity of you, O’ Source That Forms Me, for the gentle touch you apply to every encounter which passes across your gaze.

The love that rests in the remainder of the years that follow draws no conceivable comparison to another example in life’s long and strange experience, for the quantification of activation of loyalty, possibility and endurance occurs effortlessly after the years of adolescence have been absorbed and passed, the trials and tribulations of lessons learned by failure and the traumas of life finally behind the life of the child and the witnessed mother, who stayed through it all in tireless nights and stressful conversations, to guide the confused and saddened son through the cruelties of those raised without mothers, to men who scowl and remove the ability to life, targeting the man at the point in youth, before he can ascend into becoming a man. And it is a mother’s sacred purpose to ensure the survival of her offspring, sacrificing much just to remove the broken boulders that roll in front to fracture, so that her son may become transformed and not defeated by that which is meant to break him.

Together, through the journey of self-discovery and acknowledgement of where one’s story takes them, both the mother and the son become changed experiencers of two separate but shared experiences. And without question, with undeniable certainty, few can comprehend a greater bond in the natural kingdom, other than the saintly connection shared between God and his creation Christ. So on this mortal plane, woman, mother, feminine manifestation are the godliest messengers which rule man into embodying the mission of the people of the light throughout the world.

So upon a higher authority than the voice which dictates the transcription of my thoughts, I

swear to honor the Beloved Mother until the point of infinity which will never arrive, as without the truth of having the chance to be who I am destined to be, her ultimate achievement could have never graced the air I breathe today, where I would never bear witness to the beautiful extraordinary acts of humanity that do occur where God manifests, where the behavior of your fellow man is in the vision of the maker above, from the world beyond, and life unfolds with guardian angels who save the fallen where they land. The truth of hope beyond the confines of a city you grow to know as a recurring pattern of social obligatory engagement, where those raise by mothers as good as mine exist and assist in making life bearable as we suffer the passage of continuing with all of its earthquakes and turmoil along the way.

For the gift you have given me, I vow to never abandon my ideals and disavow the contributions of critical proportion you have delivered to my brain, and neither will I cease to contribute to liberating the human experience of the devil and his design, which curses all that we are just because we threaten its existence with the truth of who we manifest. I am all that I am because of your will. I am more than what those who came before me have ever become in any incarnation, for the reality of now is more exact and direct than any dictation could ever relay, therefore all which we bring for in this moment shall matter a thousand-fold over expectation with the action we choose to bring forth. In the name of the Genesis, in the sound of action, with the will of the sacred mother, I receive the message of all that shall come to pass and respond with a new way forward.

You are most supreme, most sacred and most divine in the image which you relay with the single stare from a still position. Who if not for you could I be grateful to? To what power in the universe could hold more importance than a regenerating source of immortality in its preserved infant state, the path to live completely then start again? No wish unfulfilled, no will so iron forged it makes men of heads of steels tremble in inferiority, a supreme authority over the governing principals practiced in the collective community with a degree of levity. Are you not why our family survived every time, worked more in the shadows and achieved more success and illumination than the struggling righteous stubborn brain of man, who hustled their way through every issue that manifested?

For every instance, in the collection of all reality, the Beloved Mother manifests the holy on the footprint of every path where she steps. There for all to see is the result of the divine guidance which grounds me to lead life in the perfection of the Testament. The equation of all that I am was incepted by her, and those to come from the result of the witnessed shall be blessed with the safe navigation through fragile waters whenever the abrasions occur. With earnest pride shall you confide that all which shall become rejuvenated by the youth of life can be blessed by the proportions of Kings and Queens when family ordinance is followed to a divine arrow of righteous honesty.

With her eternal way, her boundless grace, she presides over all decisions that man judges

himself noble enough to proclaim. Show praise and gift of worship to her and your well shall

never know a moment dry. For water is life, and in the temple of the womb I was bestowed the sacred protection which rejuvenated my forging cells, produced the calcium and nutrition to endure a life of labor, created regimens of dietary patterns which kept me fed during my moments of harshest hunger. Never has her presence not been alongside every decision her child makes, nor has a moment of milestone ever been brushed off from acknowledgement at the moment just after he achieves greatness. There is only one way, her way, now that becomes my way.

For all that you do not speak that you have been through to become who you are today, you are witnessed and appreciated, your sacrifice is not in vain. You are the committed, the exalted, the gifted, the crowned. You sit above the throne that politically governs dictated philosophy in a society which interacts with its citizens daily. For you are the creator we are all grateful for, and in whose image we will honor by bringing forth the most honest of human reflections in each action taken upon the path towards glory.

I honor you in the name of the Old Gods most high, the divinity as fine as Ēostre, your lineage as strong as the ancient Aesir goddess Frigg, your knowledge as pure as the alkalinity of the water of life, your presence more restoring than Fountain of Youth, and with your way, your truth, your light, all ways of prevailing over the impossible come to pass.

For all the souls of the afflicted, be full of pain no longer. For all who anguish, reflect the truth of all who speak hatred and comprehend the divine. In the mercy of her pain, in the privacy of her mind, see all that begets shame and release who you are into the wind. The sands of time wash you away to the lands of the forgotten, for in place of an unworthy you are reborn as a man.

Inspire the renewal of health and vitality as you stare across the sea of men now reconfigured into new reality. Be in the stillness of power and comprehend you without the effort man makes daily are the solution to the hearts of all men found and lost. Within the chest of the devoted, the spark which renews droughted economy can manifest the beginning of a river that never ends, that stretches beyond the horizon of the eyes that can see, as vast and rich for the worthy as the imagination will permit. I declare that every man is responsible for honoring thine mother as I have done for the creator of the universe.

Beloved Mother, O’ Source That Forms Me, Hear Me and Know Me As I Become He Who You Intended.