by anna farrell
Beneath the Veil
The pink and white blossoms are aglow
With a soft ephemeral light,
Whose radiance pierces the heart
With a stream of loving energy.
The white, billowing clouds trail across
A blue sea, luminous and vast.
The veil between worlds grows thin
At the threshold where
earth and sky meet
Thee O Holy Mother
Of unfathomable power and grace