Lyrical Poems

Impassible she waits long for the sun’s gold and the azure, The sea’s song with its slow happy refrain’s plashes of pleasure, — As man’s soul in its depths waits the outbreaking of the light and the godhead And the bliss that God felt when he created his image.

One with the Transcendent, calm, universal, Single and free, yet innumerably living, All in thyself and thyself in all dwelling, Act in the world with thy being beyond it.

The mighty perish in their might; The slain survive the slayer.

The Mother of God is mother of our souls; We are the partners of his birth in Time, Inheritors we share his eternity.

I shall hear the voice of the God within me and grow wiser and meeker; I shall be the tree that takes in the light as its food, I shall drink its nectar of sweetness.