Poems of Narad

Bearer of Supreme Delight

Borne on a current of time's events,
Hurried from scene to moving scene ,
The pace of days all calm resents
And contemplation's inward mien.

This multicoloured chain of Fate
Binds our feet to trodden ways
Imposing on the frail and great
The poverty of mortal days.

Not far beyond yet hid from sight
God within the human grows,
Bearer of supreme delight,
Consciousness that sees and knows

The future's face our minds deny
Our purpose here to sanctify.