By S. R.
DONGERKERY
The womb of Silence stirred into
a song
Of wild delight; the Mother
groaned aloud
In pangs of giant birth, the
while a strong
And lusty universe was born,
endowed
With life in every limb, by Time
and Space
Quick-gathered in their
all-enclosing grip;
A smile lit up the Mother’s
joy-flushed face:
The mystic word escaped her
quivering lip.
Again the song will into silence
sink,
All matter and all life unto
their source
Revert, the conscious mind will
cease to think,
The Soul resume its upward
journey’s course,
The Sovereign Light, untroubled,
all alone,
Shedding its glory from a
changeless throne.