To Mary Helen Heroic One Heroic one, warrior soul, Spirit climbing to divinity, Hard your path and far the goal, Yet through your eyes God smiles at me. In the silence, in the sound I walk beside you gratefully, For by Her grace our way is found And love shall bloom eternally. We have knelt before the feet That touching earth all life shall change, Our hearts in adoration greet The light no darkness can estrange, No force can slow, no power stay The might of that transforming Ray.

I Have Planted Seeds I have planted seeds when earth and I were young And prone embraced the clouds to drink the sky, Melded my rhythms to soar with winged ones And slowly grew to learn my destiny. Infinitesimal flowers spoke to me Of beauty known to sage and saint and seer And the brown land smiled as I felt her quickened pulse When spring burst forth the glory of the year. All seasons hold me in their mystic thrall, Days of frost and ice as crystals seen And snow the blanket lovingly draped across Her body, protector of the future's green. Long have I watched the pageantry displayed By gracious hand bestowing on the eye

Presence of the Bride Have we reached the understanding that we know No thing at all, for mind's duality Denies the wisdom that in our hearts must grow Beyond the ego's insularity. A stasis interrupts the will to be Other than this hampered puppet-form A sameness and a drab reality Impress their stamp, perpetuate the norm. And when we soar we crash with failing wings Unable to sustain the upward thrust And pleasure take in dull familiar things Casting from us constant faith and trust. Yet ever we return to start again Knowing there is only one recourse, To rise above the little self, sustain The sheer and sudden ad

In This House of Grace The past is past and sadly though we grieve For greatness lost mid life's unkind defeats, And dreams once bright now dimmed to dusky sleep, At every step this outer darkness meets The spectre of an inner Witness Soul, Its radiance veiled to frail and faulty sight, Our cause to be and why we suffer change, That seeks to bind by sheer intense delight Our human selves to Godhead's vast embrace And meet the Mother in this house of grace. This earthly life is other than it seems Our mortal trials a spur to higher things, On near horizons the brilliant Truth-Light gleams And in our hearts the heavenly poet si

To Mother Flower-offering And I will offer flowers from the garden of my soul, Blooms of fragrant tenderness, thy radiance to extol, Creations from the occult store of earth's vast treasury Light-filled forms that move the heart to deep humility, Incense-laden cups of gold and nectar-bearing bells And violets of modesty from purple shaded dells, Majestic-scented peonies, the gilded iris' hues, The crimson rose of sacrifice that all thy love imbues. I'll gather the aromatic leaves of angelonia And adoration's blossoms from the tree of cordia. The gentleness of lathyrus, the nodding columbine, The boldness of celosia, the passion-flower's sig

For Mary Helen The Light That Falls When my beloved's face is aglow with love, Speechless I feel her soul conjoin with mine, For ours is a sanctioned gift from worlds above This painful earthly realm our lives confine, For we have held communion with the trees And flowers known, their secret essence shared, Marvelled at such miracles as these, Two spirits in the net of God ensnared. Slowly as the days turn into years We are grown closer still, divinity Envelops all the hours, a Presence nears That fills us with divine felicity. Enfolded by Grace no sorrow's tear survives The light that falls on our enamoured lives.

The Light We Bear As in a ivory tower captive now The mind in endless circles paces round Unable to loose its grip or to allow The being firmly in the soul to ground. Late perhaps we may yet realize The light we bear to illumine untrod ways And on an earth we humans spoil yet prize Cast on our sleep its first awakening rays. No rage against the night's iniquity Shall deliver man from his darker nature's needs, To look on all with calm and equal eye To hail the truth and drop outmoded creeds, Redress the grievance of the soul's imprisoned plight, Is all our charge, and deep humility, And turning from the lingering lures of night

In The Mother's Presence.htm In The Mother's Presence O moment that no thought can replicate O vision burning in the psychic core How patiently you changed our spirit's fate And all our gross intransigence forbore. Knowing Thee within we seek Thee still In labyrinthine passages of mind Where thought-intruders come and go at will And all Doubt's forces ready passage find. The tablets of the past we must erase, Approach Thee as a pure and empty slate Inconscient acts and ego-wants replace, Our lives to sanctify and consecrate. The hour of God now in us arrives And Truth's descent into our fractured lives.

For Mary Helen Flowered Paths of Light We walked among the vast cathedral trees Exulting in the warm and languorous day, Aware of fragile moments such as these While winter holds the world within its sway. We watched the willow's green exuberance The early iris thrusting through the soil And wondered at the wizardry of chance That moves with us through birth and death and toil. We wandered upon ways we hardly knew Mid sleeping ferns and lively daffodils And though our days remaining might be few A concentrated joy our being fills. For we have loved and we have lived, and more, Have trod these flowered paths of light

For Dylan and Aaron Two Boys Two boys and different as the sea from shore Issued from a wonder-source of love, Cradled in an atmosphere of joy And nourished by a guardian light above. Only She who sees beyond our sight And knows beyond our frail attempts to know, Can mark the plunge of soul to human form And guide them to the Truth towards which they grow. And we who fight our battles with the night That would prevail against the pressing grace, Must trust their lives to the Mother's tender care And know them for the future's dawning race. For souls descend in answer to Her call And though we know it not we too are here Responding