Poem ‘The Awakening’ by Christine from 1983-1100 and 1200 Nirmala Yoga, Page 19

Woken from a night of dreams
  Of dread fear and uncertainty
And sprinkled far and few between
  vague glimpses of reality,
As shadows flee and draw away
  I open up my eyes to see,
With selfless love and gentle care
  A Longed-for Face bends over me.
Then slowly recognition grows
  Of She for whom I've ever sought,
And follows bliss and grace untold
  And joys of which I had dreamt not.
Continues with increasing strength
  the reunion started on that day,
And songs are sung with loudening voice
  which chase all sleep and doubt away.
On high a Blessed Flower unfolds,
  the light grows as it further blooms;
Faces upturned towards the truth
  rejoice to behold the doom of Doom.
The Fair Mother whose unfading voice
  awakened me with gentle calls
Ascends with power and majesty:
  The Ageless Goddess, the Source of All.
She takes Her seat above that Flower
  whose center forms a throne of gold,
And reveals to all the Age of Truth;
  Through consciousness and bliss--behold!