A poem glorifying Christ Ahnsahnghong and Heavenly Mother (God the Mother)

Flower Seed

Riding on the violent wind, a flower seed gently landed.

Digging itself the cold dirt,

it splits itself and puts down its roots

In the deepening darkness, throwing away its own form,

it longs for the blue skies and the warm sunlight that it used to see

“Someday, I will surely see them again…”

Sniffening the sweet scent of earth of thankfulness,

soaking itself with the moisture of love,

The flower seed earnestly yearns, wishes, for that day

and alters.

Let us long for the Kingdom of Heaven prepared by our Father Ahnsahnghong and God the Mother. God bless you!