#83 My Mother Would Be The One I Would Choose

Mmy mother was the one you would choose to be your mother. Because of hner kindness and sweetness. And because of her blue eyes that would shine. And her blonde hair no one else had. written 8/14/07 Posted 1/17/08

by Susie Sunshine

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A truly salient composition in praise of Isis, the great Goddess, with one truly urgent message to the world, which almost could be regarded as a manifesto to me, I who, for one, would love to see great Isis reborn and come back to Her worshipful life of old once again, for here to stay for good, in a newly enlightened race of humankind, as much as the writer of this poem does! ! May I recommend readers who take a sincere interest in the revival of the ancient Egyptian Isis-cults, alongside revivals of any other ancient cult, in a new theosophic climate of the world, freely chosen again by the populace's spiritual views and the various types of religious sacer ludum the different characters of humans feel inclined to, should they be interested to learn more about Isis's historical background, to also read my humble piece of poem titled The All-Human Story Of Isis. Thanks to Peter A.. Crowther for this truly great contribution! ! !
Entrancing and thought provoking. It's a pity every new religion seeks to destroy the previous one. But some things remain, in disguise, taking on new forms. Loved the poem. Julia