A Sacred Meeting

When I first heard the Divine Mother’s call
I was sitting silently atop a hill
I followed after Her Voice like a hound
Tracks down a scent. I found her in repose
Under the shady boughs of a tall tree.
Breathless, with trembling limbs, I then beheld
For the first time the lovely Mother’s Face.
I felt her Presence as a gentle breeze
Cools and caresses in the eventide.
A smile played upon her luscious lips.

She gazed at me for long and long. She seemed
As carefree as a child. “Mother” I said, 
“Please give me your blessing.” “My Son,” She laughed
With tenderness I couldn’t comprehend,
“That you already have. But be my Voice
For those who hear it not, and that will be
A blessing so abundant, you will find
The more you pour, the more your cup is filled.

It has been years now since I laid my eyes
On her that day, or was it just a dream?
I cannot say. But what I can tell you
Is nothing has been quite the same since then.