Poems of Narad

Community of Souls

Sept. 6, 1999

A meeting of souls on the avenues of time,
A massed affinity calling to descend, the Grace
And world-transforming apogee of Love,
Embracing, accepting all with humility.

Subtle harmonies sound on the wakened ear,
The promise of new canticles to come,
Recalling to the truth-awakened few
Voice of a silver flute alone in night,

Unearthly strings attuning the prayerful heart,
Diapason of the soul's unending song
In its lone ascent to the summit-steps of God,
Companioned by the unseen hand of Light.