Poems of Narad

Awakening

October 1999

For in all these lives of being and becoming
A constant of the growing soul abides,
Grace of the formative years when spirit peeps out
From flesh, a lone and Ancienttraveller
Newly aware of its own divinity.
Through life's shocks the carapace grows thick
And obdurate revealing only echoes
Faintly heard that well up from within.

Sometimes the celestial chords
Awake a forgotten self,
And a clarion anthem swells
To the charge of destiny.

A neighbor, friend or foe he visits us
Supreme in our self-declared supremacies
Arousing the tardy Self from somnolence,
His summoning touch waking the sleeping soul.
He who in the darkness of our days
Brings light and opens the closed and suffering mind
To newness and the dreams of God in time.