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.