24 May Remember Me, Mother (The Coronation)
The thrice-holy Father’s heavenly host
Figure a twelve-cloven circle of light,
Vanquishing kings and smiting those who boast;
The Queen of Heaven constellates the night.
Mystery mingles soft and secret deeds
Whose glow reflects the distant lights divested;
Descend, silvery spirals woman needs,
Whom Jesus chose as mother must be blessed.
A sacred gold of lights and lotus-wreath
Loosely drapes Mary in unending morn;
Brilliant suns were laid with Earth beneath
As if solely to gild the Spirit’s sworn.
When heaven folds and Holy Ark is found —
Remember me, mother, when you are crowned.