Beloved Mary Helen

A gift that asked no measure of return,

A joy that shared its vision of the All,

A heart that ever widened out to learn

The meaning of our birth, the spirit's fall

From spheres of light to sleep in ignorance

And take up forms for growth that soon grow old,

A truth she held though hidden as in trance,

A tale of God too early to be told.

Through Beauty's dress I glimpsed her soul of light

And calm that carried me on crests of peace

To grace my days and fill them with delight

Till from this earth her spirit took release.

I know through faith that still she blesses me

And those around who lived within her smile,

The Mother's child, a force of purity

Who shed on earth her dream of Love awhile.