Pale Woman

      Her face was blush in the heat of the sun. Her hair was ruby red.
  Her flower was wisdom graced before the stars were lit in their laterns.
  She walked with confidence into the court yard and viewed the many
  pools of life. A constellation of life and hope spun before her in the
  waters of creation.
      Mithra had no human mother. She was the sky and the vault from
  which the light-god appeared Tammuz(Ezech.8). It was Tammuz, who
  blushed her face with his radiance. She had but to breath apon the
  waters to change the course of the universe. But, she stood still to
  view her daughter Gia. So alive Gia leaped like a goat.
      Mithra smiled apon Gia and the waters brought up life on the earth.
  So many possiblities Mithra called the earth Seb. From Seb was born
  Osiris and Nuit(the sky), who brought the seasons and the heart of Atum,
  the binder of men to the Gods. It was through Atum mortal life was begot.
  "What conscious will I write in mortal life?" Mithra spoke.
      Out of her mouth sprung Vishnu and several teachers were born; Krishna,
  Vasudeva and Jesus. All taught for peace and love of life. Mithra spun her firey
  red hair about her face and back. In each wip of her hair a mortal soul was
  raised up to heaven. "This the Wind of the Gods that carries the spirit of men."
  Mithra sang with her tongue like a swallow; "Praise to the Holy Spiritual Wind
  which is the breath of life."
      Amen the Egyptian God of pharos spread his wings and praised the mother
  of all the living, "The graves stood empty and the night filled with tongues of fire.
  The heavens have folded up apon themselves. A woman is honored, a God is honored.
  The Zion is born in Bethlehem and she will be called Sarah."

  Amen.+