Promise Long Foretold

I lack the vision of the world to be

Nor can I speak of things I have not seen,

But faith is stronger than eternity

And one has come who is both mother and queen

Donning our earthly dress, her modest mode

Approaching that we might cease from fear and run

To beauty, veer not from the appointed road

Nor truth the invincible weapon of light to shun.

She gives us pause upon our hurried way

To look a bit inside ourselves to know

That we, divine, although we often stray,

Or satisfied cease within to grow

Are substance of herself and hers to mould

That we may fulfil the promise long foretold.