Time of Youthful Tears

I have thought upon this time of youthful tears

And the origin of sorrow in your eyes;

You weep for One who vanquishes all fears,

Whose light in you no darkness can surprise.

Do not be troubled by humanity

For all the surface ripples we call fate

Are foam upon the vastness of your sea.

On the golden light your spirit concentrate

And Mother's sweet embrace that holds you close.

To Her consigned through ages grown aware

Your soul from blissful realms of peace once chose

To live in Her, entrusted to Her care.

Go deep within and find Her in delight

Then grief to joy transform as day the night.