To Build the Bridge - To Mother, Remembering Mary Helen

Ever I shall remember when Ipray

Abiding at Thy lotus feet one day

We two might meet, for I would recognize

The blue and luminous beauty of those eyes

Through which her spirit's gentle light had shown.

What seed divine in us has slowly grown

That even in our pain no deep despair

Can swamp the soul with stultifying air.

Thy Presence lifts the spirit's wings to soar,

The flame-touched heart to open and adore,

Where once desire trampled on our prayers

Now peace descends and Love in us prepares

The temple of the living Word's abode

And lifts from us the heavy human load

Of toil and tears that trouble the earthly scene,

Builds in us a poise, a vast serene.

A burgeoning sense of beauty and joy replace

The worthless fruits of an unconscious race

By ego run to keep its hold intact,

Its passion-play of suffering enact

Upon our bloodied earth, our tortured soil,

The labour-camp where mind and body toil

Unknowing for what end nor question why

We darken with our ignorance God's sky.

He lives in the world's tenements of hate

Our destiny is His, we are His fate,

Continuing His evolution's plan

To build the bridge from man to superman.