Poems of Narad

A Voice He Must Obey

He felt the emptiness of futile acts,
The waste of words without the force to change,
The brilliant summaries of brilliant minds
That posited their sureties in strange

And abstruse symbols, arcane fields of thought
Pegged to the cognoscenti or chosen elite
But could not move the heart nor touch the soul
With light and all their aptitude effete

To those who search for truth's awakening Ray
That lives behind the obvious form of things
And seeks to penetrate impervious clay,
The shell of all our dark imprisonings.

Turning to the inmost depths more real
Than the fanciful imaginings of dreams
He sought the wisdom of the mystic seers
And from the east a knowledge poured in streams

Of light that opened psychic worlds within.
His journeying begun he now must face
The hidden motives of his waking self
And the corridors of being search and trace

The labyrinthine paths and wayward steps
This life and all his former lives had trod,
Correct the aberrations, fix the route,
Align the soul upon the path to God.

For this he must undo the dramas past
And find in consecration's flame his way,
Surrender to a Grace beyond his grasp
And listen to a voice he must obey.