Sonnet to the Divine Mother

In starswept silences the winds will blend

Bright flowers born of heaven's haunting hues

Great mother-blooms from summit scapes descend

And all Thy timeless, fragrant love imbues.

Earthman the awesome stillness calls thy heights

And beckoning angels imprint the clay and sand

While motionless thou liest in stillborn nights

And wait the touch of Truth and Her command.

A liquid voice beyond our knowing calls

To witness worlds that only few have seen,

Beneath Her tread the adversary falls

And the eyes of earth awaken to her queen.

We touch thy feet and voices born of prayer

Call thee to heal this age of our despair.