Poems of Narad

For Thou Art Here

Thou hast borne my aberrations, my revolts,
My senseless turning from the luminous cave
To dwell in sordid cities of desire,
Outstretched to me thy hand to guide and save

From self-destruction in the vital ways
Or self-absorption in emotion's rule.
Thou leadest me but never goad nor prod
Employ in thy gentle training school,

Forbearing all my wilful insurgencies,
Rebellion and the lack of gratitude,
My ignorance supplanting by a light
Revealing the path in illumined quietude.

My dissonances meld to harmony
For Thou art here, my soul's infinity.