Millenniums of Stars

Where bides the soul in these late wanderings,

As suddenly I wake from sleep to find

Embrace of the beloved's angel wings

Enfolding me, the seeker, deaf and blind?

Walking lightly through the snow-drift air

Thoughts appear suddenly more real

Than powder-flakes that brush my tousled hair

And I am thrust upon Ezekiel's wheel.

I have beheld millenniums of stars

But never have I known a love so close,

O Mother, no time delays, no distance bars

Thy presence, stronger than the scented rose.

Now all my being yields at thy command

Desirous of the blessings from thy hand.