Gone are the realized souls of late, and where? Do they now reside in realms of sacred sleep Or the body of the earth prepare, God's promise of a life divine to keep?
With fire-bright eyes they looked upon weak and brave And cast their joy on all who seeking sought Their intercession and ever a blessing gave To souls who in the net of life were caught.
How shall we now remember them who live Without the need of human form or face, Who dwell with us and ever our faults forgive And guide us to the Mother's vast embrace.
Poems Undated (1727)
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