MOTHER DIVINE

Plying poesy's pottery wheel, I praise
Great Mother, white swan gliding on peaceful lake so deep,
Her spreading wings of splendid light divinely raised
To soar over mountain peaks while poor mind's asleep.

Who can hasten rosy dawn of awakening light?
Can fathom an ocean where passing time drowns?
Move an atom of Earth but our Mother of might?
Whisper words of wisdom to heretic towns?

Bestowing her grace like a bride of the Moon,
Or sapphire blue tinted bright lotus lily.
Pure beauty in her Godhead biding verily
In silence, a blaze of the Sun as the One.

Gracious our Glorious Queen, Mother Divine,
Her unconditional Love is ever mine.