For Mary Helen

2/14/02

Beneath Her Blossom-Feet

I cannot share the pain that clouds her eyes,

The fire raging through the body's walls

Or offer her the weal of Paradise

For each alone must hear the clarion-calls.

Yet humanly we laugh, we cry, we care

And somehow seem to share each other's grief

And having dwelt in love's untainted air

Awhile we walk as one in one belief, -

That every step is seen, each action known

By Him we name as God or Deity,

Through sorrow and joy our souls aware have grown

In birth's unnumbered towards our Destiny.

As conscious beings we again shall meet

And see earth bloom beneath Her blossom-feet.