Devotional Sonnets Dedicated to the Mother
Sonnet IOratorio for Purgatorio
Theseus, the Thinker, upon the rock
Meditates on eternal damnation,
While around him fixed, the demonic flock,
Disregard the promise of salvation.
Pirithous, by the enchanted rock, sits,
Holding vigil by the gate of Hades.
His mind in a tumult, he throws his fits,
His call unheeded by Pluto’s ladies.
Rally at the Mother’s urgent refrain,
And heed her dirge from damned City of Dis.
Come forth, thou hast no reason to restrain,
Those sad few for whom it has come to this.
The Mother plays her oratorio,
Freeing the hell-bound for Purgatorio.
From Purgatory to Kingdom
In Plato’s cave, the sorrowful languish,
The orphaned children of eternity.
Fettered and tied, they harbour no fond wish,
But to seek the Father’s paternity.
In Purgatorio, they earn the right
To egress the gates to the glad Kingdom;
Beckoning them, a beacon’s steady light,
Urges them to the promised dominion.
Apuleus, the golden ass doth eat
Of Hercules’ fruit, golden delicious;
Out of blind stupor he doth awake,
To behold dawn’s gown so luxurious.
The Mother points the way to Kingdom Come.
What is home sweet home for a happy some.
Ode to the Mother and Father
Hearing our prayer, the Holy Mother
Descends on clouds and vapor trails,
Moonbeams and starlight, amid the ether,
Succeeding triumphantly where all else fails.
The Father for his part rises to new heights,
Borne on the wings of nobler intentions,
The prophets of old, and other leading lights,
Relieving the world of sundry tensions.
The union of the Mother and Father,
Is the key to the Gate of Paradise.
Yet the convergence of those that gather,
Could only come at the ultimate price.
How many paid with their heroic lives
To see this glorious day realized?
Sanda Davis, the Mother