Poems of Narad

Vision of the Divine Child

Nov. 20, 1970

Seated, throned in solemn dignity
Upon the highest crests the messenger
In stately clouds attired now arrives
To counsel in our vague and errant lives.

Descending now an air of thinner weave
Is draped upon the verdant loom of earth.
In centuried domains the silent stones
Speak longingly in soft eroded tones.

Embraced in lap of night the child of peace
Sleeps cradled wakened not by violent throes
Or storms upon the troubled seas of life.
His light prepares and grandeur greater grows.