AT THE FEET OF ISIS

An anonymous poem

ER feet are set in darkness--at Her feet

We kneel, for She is Mother of us all--

A mighty Mother, with all love replete;

We, groping ’midst the shadow’s dusky pall,

Ask not to see the upper vision bright,

Enough for us Her feet shine clear--all virgin white.

 

Her wings are tipped with golden light, but we

Ken but the shadow at Her pinions’ base--

We kneel before Her feet, we cannot see

The glory that illuminates Her face,

For he who t’wards the vision gazeth up

Finds first the stricken breast--the sacrificial cup!

 

Her feet gleam in the darkness--at Her feet

We lay the price of those twin pearls of Heav’n--

All that man hath--an offering incomplete

Is his who yet his best would leave ungiv’n;

And as She stoops Her guerdon to bestow,

His life’s blood in Her cup, outstretched there, needs must flow!

 

Her wings are in the shadow--Lo! they cast

That shadow e’en o’er Heav’n’s own light, we cry,

For in the darkness, terrible and vast,

She spreads the wing to which the soul must hie;

But, to that shelter led, our upward gaze

Beholds Her pinions formed of Light’s celestial rays!

 

Her feet are in the darkness, but Her face

Is in high Heav’n--all Truth inhabits there;

All Knowledge and all Peace, and perfect grace,

And in the wonder of Her joy they share

Who, blindly clinging to Her feet erstwhile,

Obtained the priceless gift--the vision of Her smile.

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