On Soundless Feet - To Mother

Shall I remember when the hour nears

And death is but a half-step away,

A sun in which our darkness disappears,

Her smile, the promise of a golden day.

Or shall I feel Her touch, Her blessing hand

So gentle on my bowed unworthy head,

Her grace to guide but rarely to command,

That made the spirit wake from body's bed

Aroused from dream-like sleep in heaven's fields

To seek the one divine in all on earth,

The path of light abjuring dark's ordeals,

Recall the reason for this sacred birth.

In the rapture of Her moments we shall meet

God within who comes on soundless feet.