To Mary Helen: Child of Light

Realizing Beatitude

I have seen her in the morning's gentle light

Arising from her bed of fitful sleep

And tightly in her hand the flower petals,

Blessing packets, and the sacred sand.

Humbled by her silent inner strength,

Her deeps of trust, her offering of self,

I watch the steady progress of her days

And the rapid flowering marvel of her soul.

I can see not with these clouded mortal eyes

The radiant dawn of supramental light

Aglow upon the horizon of the world,

But feel its approaching hour swift within.

The full heart fuller grows in gratitude,

Reckons not nor counts remaining days

For every hour passing blesses us

With wonder of the growing spirit's ways.