Earth Awaits
Poem — An Invocation to The Mother #15
Published on April 24, 2021
Earth Awaits
Poem — An Invocation to The Mother #15
Halt awhile O splendid muse
Today thy overtures I must refuse,
For thou must for me ferry
This plea to Her in a hurry.
Enroute collect every pitiful sigh
And a clutch of hearts that cry.
Tarry not at the black iron gate
That swings blind axe of fate.
Picture for Her the dark cloud
That cloaks minds like a shroud.
In a trice thou must Her reach
And in submission an aid beseech.
Earth awaits O Mother thy grace,
Fell this foe by Thy saving force.