Power of the Name

From astral distances a demon came

A monstrous form to steal the breath of life.

I could not loose his grasp to speak the Name

Yet in the battle's pitched and dreadful strife

A momentary respite came – I screamed

Mother! and instantly I felt release

His hands and nothing I have ever dreamed

Or thought or seen could wrest from me the peace

She brought, omnipotence and Love's disdain

Of death's grey pall to heal her child in pain.

How many times he came I cannot say,

From what unholy avenue arrived,

I only know this being lives today

In gratitude and by Her grace survived.