A Carpet for Her Feet - For Mother

So little left to say, perhaps a smile

Or nod in vague agreement to a phrase

And hear the tales that pass the time awhile.

Around my soul voices like a maze

Of sounds implode while I, a soul aggrieved,

Recall past joys ere the great abyss

Before me yawned and all my being cleaved

In two, torn from the heavens of human bliss.

In the voice of friend or stranger I hear love

And cry for recognition in the void,

To dream the dreams that God is dreaming of,

A world of light and beauty unalloyed,

To move from blind desires, unvoiced hopes,

The promised face its veil withdrawn to greet,

Our being towards the sacred fire gropes

As earth prepares a carpet for Her feet..