Mother Divine

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Mother Divine

A Sonnet

Mother Divine, empress of all climes,
Through all vagaries Thy lullaby chimes.
Embattled and soiled yet Thou chidest not,
To Thy supernal heights I cast my thought.

Mother Divine, maker of all and me,
A little more outline Thy hidden mystery.
Unclasped by thought, uncaught by sense,
By Thy grace may my ascent recommence.

Mother Divine, more patient than He,
Guide His gaze to the self of me.
Lord reluctant for He has all time,
I plod through hours as an empty mime.

Mother Divine, transmute our all parts,
Bind by Thy light our one and all hearts.