The Visage of Our Queen

Longing for Her feet to come

Her face beloved once seen,

A voice from our ancestral home,

The visage of our queen.

We call in silence and we wait

Counting not the years

Nor mark the sudden turns of fate

That fuel our human tears.

The world assails us with its woes

And nothing is what it seems,

Still in us the Presence grows

In Her earth's future dreams.

We shall be one with Her again,

Our souls of this aware

When ego in its den is slain,

Desire turned to prayer

That being pure we may arise

To kneel before Her feet

And gaze untroubled in Her eyes

And know ourselves complete.