BRIDAL MARRIAGE SONNET
The King's daughter glows all radiant within,
Her shining raiment's raised from purest gold,
She surrenders to her gracious God of old.
She lives without a hint of guilt or sin,
She's triumphant, certain always to win
The fight to save world's sleeping frenzied fold.
She's well beyond all reproach, and so we're told
Her voice is still heard within world's dreadful din.
An aspiring pilgrim prayed for her to wed,
To share Oneness by the sacred marriage bed,
A celibate marriage of which the mystics sing
Consecrated with a fiery ruby ring.
She consented if first he Realised Self,
And freed himself from demon egotistic elf.
The King's daughter glows all radiant within,
Her shining raiment's raised from purest gold,
She surrenders to her gracious God of old.
She lives without a hint of guilt or sin,
She's triumphant, certain always to win
The fight to save world's sleeping frenzied fold.
She's well beyond all reproach, and so we're told
Her voice is still heard within world's dreadful din.
An aspiring pilgrim prayed for her to wed,
To share Oneness by the sacred marriage bed,
A celibate marriage of which the mystics sing
Consecrated with a fiery ruby ring.
She consented if first he Realised Self,
And freed himself from demon egotistic elf.
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