In The Mother's Flame-White Presence

12/18/01

As one who walks into an eye of storm

Where all is stilled and every sound suppressed,

Or in the vast of space devoid of form

Who entered in Her room was ever blessed.

No mortal thought or word could scarce define

The magnitude of love in which we stood

For in Her presence all became divine

And to the hungry soul She was the food

That nourished the famished lodger in the breast,

Adventurer and seeker of the Way

Who ever travels on forsaking rest

Until is found the jewel within the clay.

But here was ceased the journey without end

For in her light the passageway made clear,

The Force bestowed our erring steps to mend

And Grace that drove from us the hounds of fear.

The centuries shall mark her golden tread

Upon this green resilient mote in space;

Our lives are joined as by a silver thread

For God's great smile shone through Her human face.