He Who Lights The Pillars Of The Skies Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

He Who Lights The Pillars of the Skies

Who is this beloved who causes me to weep
Hardly having gazed into her eyes
Or touched her face or kissed her dove-white feet?
A vision fugitive before me flies,
I cannot see the person for the dream,
And all the world is filled with memories
Of one who came to me on that dark night,
One whose bearing spoke of death's demise
And dawns to come with amethystine skies.
Is this she who once I saw in human dress
Seated throned upon a golden dais?
Those who would climb above the world's duress
No sincerity of soul her love denies,
The Mother of all lives, Creatrix, She
And He who lights the pillars of the skies.