Poems of Narad

She Who Is Our Destiny

What force, what flame was resident in Her
That royalty and commoner did bow
In humble reverence the soul to stir
From dreamless sleep in body's candle-glow,

To slough the coil of torpor and arise
In joyous deep obeisance and to kneel
Before those stainless feet, those burning eyes
That held a love all human clay could feel.

What giving of ourselves could we deny
To Her the Gift beyond our worth and due,
The sanctioned Grace responsive to our cry
Whom we in all our mortal frailty knew

As Mother who from occult worlds above
Has wrapped this whirling globe in seas of love.