POEM Friends on the Path 1

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FRIENDS ON THE PATH 1

 

THE DIVINE MOTHER

 

The Divine Mother lifts her sacred cup,

She pours pellucid, precious, potent balm,

Curing, healing,lifting pilgrim’s spirit up.

 

With power of Love, perfect, peaceful, calm,

She holds poor palsied pilgrim in her palm,

And plies him with pure nectar, honey sweet,

 

So pouring from her silver grail a potion warm,

To soothe all cares and salve his blistered feet,

With Love’s ointment: oh, blessed Paraclete!

 

Alan