Fountain of the World's Delight

I hold in the eye of memory

A small and sacred anteroom

Filled with a thousand offerings

And flower tributes in full bloom.

I climbed in silence stair by stair

And entered a still and spaceless vast

And seated there on a throne-like chair

The world's supreme iconoclast.

In a body beautiful and bright

She smiled at me with love replete,

Incarnate in Her house of light

I knelt before her stainless feet.

And all my being did resile

From errant paths and denser ways

For She my spirit held awhile

And caught me in Her prescient gaze.

Reborn in the presence of an ageless Face

From darkness and the clutch of night,

Awakened by the Mother's Grace,

Fountain of the world's delight.