Poems of Narad

The Hidden Force

October 1999

There is a power at work, a plenitude
Of grace in every atom's nucleus,
A regenerating stream of divinity
Alive in the cells of every human life,
Its work a transformation of the gross
And unregenerate substance of our selves
Imploding falsehood, informing the seeking mind,
Fuelling the heart's aspiration, the single prayer
Of soul for light, for Godhead to illume
Our stumbling pace, our error and our pain,
Transmute to joy our faltering walk through time,
Affix the stamp of the truth-light on the heart,
Recast the body's frailty to strength,
That we may turn, abandoning not this earth,
To a truer life guided from within,
A knowledge vast and force invincible.

To R.Y. Deshpande