I held her dying in my helpless arms, Powerless and impotent to save And called upon her spirit heaven's balms. My human love such as it is I gave
And every prayer addressing Him I said, To light the pathway to her rest and peace And bless this cherished soul on Death's grey bed And from the body's temple grant release;
But mostly prayers of the heart's gratitude. Aware that she was in a state of grace, This moment of life's final interlude That every soul now born on earth must face.
I think of the more I might have been and done Unworthy of the love embracing me This aura brighter than earth's blazing sun, Light of infinite tranquillity.
As fragrance lingers in the fallen rose So too life's sweetness lingers in the air, And by the Mother's grace we hold it close, Know death an instant in the soul's affair
With God as goal and secret paramour. Our psychic being chooses time and date Accepts the destined stroke, the final hour And on eternal love does meditate.
Poems 2002 (34)
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