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

As my soul grows within –

Striving, searching, seeking to

Be free.

 

                                    Mary Helen