Longing for Her feet to come Her face beloved once seen, A voice from our ancestral home, The visage of our queen.
We call in silence and we wait Counting not the years Nor mark the sudden turns of fate That fuel our human tears.
The world assails us with its woes And nothing is what it seems, Still in us the Presence grows In Her earth's future dreams.
We shall be one with Her again, Our souls of this aware When ego in its den is slain, Desire turned to prayer
That being pure we may arise To kneel before Her feet And gaze untroubled in Her eyes And know ourselves complete.
Poems Undated (1727)
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