I Have Touched Her Feet

A casket of unparalled delight

Brimming with the joy of human form,

Divine, attired in our mortal dress,

A tiara of stars above Her haloed head,

The secrets of the mystic dance revealed

In every step upon the offered soil.

The radiance in Her eyes a thousand suns

Appear as nightfall on a silent land,

Her voice a music of forgotten spheres.

She lit in me the fierce eternal flame

That heatless burns consuming all the dross,

Her speech the very utterance of God,

Her smile could kindle joy in barren hearts,

Her touch transform to beauty all the dull

Distorted images that plague our days.

I have touched Her feet, no more a soul could ask,

The diamonds of her eyes have pierced me through.

I shall be Hers when light has eaten dark,

No more to dwell in fancy's nether realms,

Forever in the dawning serve Her will

Surrendered in my being, joyful, free.