Poems of Narad

Eternal Gratitude

1999

Eternal gratitude the carrier word
Of seeking earth-born conscious souls awake
Amid destruction, ruin, death, and din
Of pulsing humanity surging beyond its bounds,
Grasping and groping to hold ephemeral toys,
Lost on the highways amid the commerce of life,
While faintly heard though hardly few respond,
The spirit whispers softly in our hearts,
"We who are called his warrior souls must be."