Fields of Fertility
Blessed be her field of fertility,
her carnal environment,
her condensed part of the pure abyss,
the place where her rivers run
between the sacred banks
her cathedral of pleasure and duty,
her voices calling for the seed of life
from her home in nature’s plantation,
her palpitating private vault
warmed by the fervid waters
her epicenter of flesh and activity,
lubricated by the tears of the Almighty
her durable working parts, fetal home,
treasure chest guarded by the
iron-clad Saints with their spears affixed,
her rhythms in sync with the seasons
the sequential maturation of a seed,
the gradual steps to a greener life
the wonderment of nature and its functions
divine creation giving life unto life,
and her part of it as a natural phenomenon,
fashioned by the hands of the omnipotent.
Blessed is she of submission and obedience
of patience and endurance,
of vigilance and dedication,
of servility and bravery,
bracing herself up to her
moment of pain, knowing of
the torment yet to come.
Blessed is she, mother of her child
with its trials being attended to
and its heart beating inside of her.
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