My Heavenly Mothers

I am a child of Gods.
I have a queer Mother,
and a straight Mother.
I have a bi Mother
and intersex Mother too.
I have two gay Fathers,
along with a trans Heavenly Father
and a trans Heavenly Mother.
I have non-binary Parents as well,
because we all have a place in the heavens.
If children grow up to be like their Parents,
I am no exception.

I inherited divine qualities
from my queer Mother.
Her children were not birthed
between her thighs,
but through a slit in her abdomen.
She sings to her sleeping children,
hoping they will recall her lullaby
when they awake.
She whispers softly,
“I have said ye are gods,
and all of you are children
of the most High.”

Sometimes, my Mothers and I
have long talks late at night.
My lesbian Mothers tell me
about the day they were sealed,
and how women pulled women through veils.
My bi Mother tells me how she pulled all Her
spouses through the veil.
My straight Mother confirms,
“It’s true. I was a witness.”
Their stories make me smile.
None of my Mothers are the same,
but each are connected in a Heavenly Family.

Even my Heavenly Mothers
don’t know for certain
who the first Mother was,
nor if there will there be a last Mother.
Maybe there is no first Mother.
Mothers are birthed
and give birth in an eternal round.
Together they weave the tapestry of eternity.
Mothers within Mothers
create life without end
through godly transformation.
Surely, I am a child of Gods.