A Prayer to the Divine Mother

8.8.01

Where among the lilies may be found

A purity and fragrance matching Hers?

All earth's scented sweetnesses press round

Her feet and all the god-discoverers

Drawn as human magnets to Her force,

Gaze in rapturous wonderment to see

The Divine in human form, fount and source

Of man's desire for immortality.

What perfect rose would not its fragrance give

Or petals to adorn her robe of light

And in that death of offering to live

An endless moment longer in her sight.

All our flower-offerings now pale

Before the gifts of those who gave their soul,

Our prayers half-formed only rise to fail

For consecration's lack and self-control.

Grant that we who daily homage Thee

May find in the calyx of our inmost heart

An adoration and sincerity

And never from Thy love's embrace depart.