God in Human Dress The tender brushing of the lips, No breath to intervene The pulse-beat of infinity Marks an eternal scene. How softly steals the light of love Burning through the eyes And fragrances unknown before Seem borne from Paradise. Embrace of an encircling warmth Ethereal hands caress Desire has no purchase here With God in human dress.

Upon the Waves of Memory I see the glow of love upon her face As if an ember brightened by a breeze, A rose of passion on a fevered cheek, Her pensive mood reveals such signs as these – A soft and lustrous sheen bejewelling skin, Her eyes like distant stars that dazzling beam Their radiance to earth in silver nights And all her movements married as in dream. I tell you friend the signs of love are clear. Your look has changed, you speak a softer tone, And seem to move more quietly and dwell Within her ambiance no more alone. Perhaps I have misread the vital signs And looking back remembered beauty lost; I do not kn

This World Must Change Oct. 17, 2011 Once again this painful memory As I listen to a haunting choral work 'O Sacrum Convivium' intoned Over and over again these harmonies Resound in me yet only sadness reigns And the sorrow of the world on me descends. I pass a paraplegic in a chair Pushed resolutely by a wizened hag And in the chair it is myself I see, Head immense, lolling, the twisted form, Distorted face, passionless and mute. The tears unbidden flow – this world must change And grief give

All Created Things Shall Yield And when these eyelids close in final sleep I will depart knowing I heard love's call, Was loved beyond all measurements of man, Most divine and true, embracing all, Above the heart's desire, body's need, Beyond mind's smallness and its clutching greed, Love that soars in temples to the Gods Expressed in music's waves or chiselled stone Passionate in flow, not passion-filled, A universal love not to man alone But

Rose of the Presence Mystical Rose of the presence mystical Blossom a fire in my heart, Leap up, O Flame, consume the past That I your splendour's counterpart With all my ignorance unrobed Bare to the very bones of me, Protecting thorns to fall away, Revealed your perfumed mystery, Your beauty vying with the dawn In rainbows of perfection's hues Shed delight in prayerful hands No longer beauty to misuse By careless touch and straying eyes But drink the draughts of Paradise.

Executrix of the Soul's Deepest Needs They worshipped him as God, longed to be his Who housed within himself eternal peace An avatar of sweetness pouring bliss Upon this world that beauty might not cease To live on earth and in the heart of man. She came to share his visionary deeds The Mother-force who toiled since time began, Executrix of the soul's deepest needs Supreme descended here all ills to bear And hew the path supreme, the sunlit way, To conquer death, slay evil in its lair, Bringer of dawn and the transforming day, Transmute by love our darkness and despair.

Dream of Blue There is nothing special in an autumn crocus, I can see it in your eyes and in your stance, This violet chalice with anthers of powdered gold Is hardly worth to you a second glance. I ask you to come closer and look deep Into the mystery unfolding here But your mind has raced ahead to other things; I drink alone from the cup of the waning year. How fleeting are the days as beauty flees Across the landscape of the busy mind. Let me not speak to you of daffodils, Asters or chrysanthemums that find Their way into my too-full heart this hour As frost and chill bite deep into the skin, Or how I work in wonder and deligh

Thy Children Call No longer hide behind the veil O Lord, the world cries out to thee, Though we struggle and though we fail We heed thy call, "Remember me". From the chrysalis of ignorance Emerge thou say'st and know and be, But in this world of fate and change The night seems an eternity And day but little time to grow Into the image we adore, O come sweet Mother and teach us how To love and serve thee evermore.

Promise November 17, 2010 Love that lingers as the petals fall From the fragrance of these blossoms sings to me, All sweetness centred in a golden cup Attracting as it does the honey bee So too my soul responding to its the call. My life is like the lily's, swaying free, Caressed by sun and wind I grow with ease, To the light above me ever looking up, A perfume scattered by a gentle breeze Guides my footsteps through eternity. I chance the winding way, the downward slope Yet One who sees my erring steps returns To the sunlit path my soul, and all renews. There is a fire that deep within me burns, And though for beauty and truth I

Attend the Inner Task I cannot seem to look Among my spirit's leaves Beyond sorrow's book, M heart, my soul. still grieves. Three years, three months, three weeks, And soon I'll add three days, For you my being seeks As I wend the lonely ways. To live when love is fled In some vast firmament; I cannot know the dead, My energy is spent. What holds me here I ask, And hear a faint reply, "Attend the inner task Be calm and ask not why For only by the light Growing now within Will the canopy of night Be lifted to begin The work of future years. Surrender will bring peace, An ending to all tears,