Yay mother, and verily, for you hath born be once –albeit you know it not–, you shall bear me again to the foot of my fathers throne and there I will kneel and  kiss the feet of my father. And once done, I will turn to you and with the tears of our bliss, shall bathe, for the final time, the dust of these roads from your weary feet. And upon their calloused soles shall I anoint and rub fine oils.  Rejoice world, look upon the reunion of a mother to her son and rejoice.  

All! Look upon this mirth and let our mirth fill your heart. 

Let those with bands of iron wrapped around your souls find succor and find relief.

For soon shall this joy fade from our minds,

And in that time you must find your own joy, your own reunion

Call to me when the embrace begins

Call out my name when elation overwhelmed all words formation from thine lips.

Your song of jubilation fuels the furnace stoking the joy of another.

As they feast upon your merriment so the seed is sewn next seasons harvest.

Reap and sew for love.