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Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Mary Helen/English/Poems/Prayer of Soul and Soul _ by Mary Helen.htm
Prayer of Soul and Soul – by Mary Helen
In sunshine bathing green earth smiled
At wind caressing trembling locks
Of leaves and swaying branches blue-
Green brooks cascading drops of honey
Dew on upturned laughing flower
Faces close embrace of form
On form in silent anguish for
The pain of throbbing notes on memories'
Ears but only blue deep silence hears
The song of formless gentle joy
Of love from heart to answering heart
And silent prayer of soul and soul.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Mary Helen/English/Poems/Until the Light _ Poem by Mary Helen.htm
Until the Light – Poem by Mary Helen
The world must pass thru deeper night
And death must take the birds in flight,
The hallways echo heavy feet,
And children weeping in their sleep,
Love lies dormant, hides,
Until the Light can fill the skies.
To
Love – Poem by Mary Helen
Rain
gives of its own
Without
hesitation
expectation
of
return.
We
own what we give
Hesitating
expecting
return
And
never learn
to
love.
Mary
Helen
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Mary Helen/English/Poems/Dimitry Melgunov's Poem to Mary Helen.htm
Dear Narad,
words are useless in such cases...
still, please, accept my deep condolences.
remembering Mary Helen with most heartful feelings.
may her soul rest at peace in Mother's embraces.
please, feel my deep sympathy and support.
it is remarkable, that last days i thought of you several times
and was going to write a letter to you to know how are things...
now i opened my email exactly at 00:00 and somehow i thought that
a divine message should come in such an unusual time which is as if out of time.
and I got the message from you...
sending some lines which I dedicate to Mary Helen. may be they are
not so good poetically, but sincere
-d.
A serene sou
Reveal – Poem by Mary Helen
O
night, reveal the secret of thyself,
Wherein
thy dark, unending, fathomless deeps
Can
dwell such light as lent these diamond stars.
O
sea, thee too must keep the secret hid,
For
I have seen upon thy jet blown mane,
Thy
laughing, sparkling dances answer the moon.
O
forest, fragrant earth-creation's bed,
Thee
too, far pregnant luxury of green
And
leafy shadows cannot hide thy bloom.
O
Nature, surely I too am thy child,
For
deepest darkness dwells within this breast,
Here
too, I beg reveal thy mystic Light!
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Mary Helen/English/Poems/Sunday, December 13, 1969 _ Poem by Mary Helen .htm
Sunday, December 13, 1969 – Poem by Mary Helen
Across the imaged vasts of time and space,
The figment woven by mind's limiting scope,
His winged feet sped scorning all thought's
walls
Which form this little room of mortal life.
She saw him then through sleep-closed lids
Of laughing longing joy and disbelief
That bodies being far could be so close.
His heart in front, a circle of light and
gold
Spilled stars and ocean foam around their
feet;
Through hands there passed love's link, a
silver thread,
And heaven lent her soft light for their
head.
His smile of greeting melted in her smile
And eye's embrace closed all remaining
space.
Poem
Dread dissonances now darken
These days
And night throws a shroud
On the Light that may have
Kindled those harmonies once
apparent to Her Sight.
Hushed now are the sounds
of the bird of forest's stillness
and brook,
And, as I look through the
Window of the past
Lost, too, are the mountains
once symbols of our seeking,
Then flaming, mutual and
vast.
Can the strings be rewoven
The symphony replayed?
or is solitude in union the
path thou hast laid?
O Mother Divine, if in solitude
I stand
I am prostrate before Thee and
Give Thee my hand
In gratitude for all Thou hast
Given to me
The Sacred Bell – by Mary Helen
Let us go beneath the snow
Beyond the streams of mortal dreams
Behind the lights of crystal nights
And in the myriad chambers dwell
Listening for the sacred bell.
Let us not part from the voice of the heart
Nor ever stray from beauty's ways
Nor find too steep the path we seek
And in those austere chambers dwell
Listening for the sacred bell.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Mary Helen/English/Poems/Dawn Leaned Out _ Poem by Mary Helen.htm
Dawn Leaned Out – Poem by Mary Helen
Dawn leaned out from heavy slumbering
depths,
Surveyed again the inert silent Om, –
But finding only long impervious night
She turned away toward aeons deep with
sleep,
Then paused, – as if some giant unseen hand
Was laid upon her should to detain.
Again her vastness turned, the question
loomed,
And slowly uncoiled the spirit of her
strength;
A thunderous might rose up and suddenly
A single ray pierced down, set fire the sky
And shattered the upturned sleeping soul of
man.
And rivers of shimmering molten gold
Ran streaming through yesterday's night.
Her Blessed Feet – by Mary Helen
Though words are few and distance seeming
great,
And obstacles are laid along the way,
There dwells behind the walls a quiet love
Which needs no past nor future seeks to
bind.
Resting not on promises or time
But on an inner strength and calm and joy;
And even if the path is rugged still,
Hid among the stones are blossoms sweet;
The golden harmonies play behind the
clouds,
She's given us the key, Her Blessed Feet.