Poems of Narad

For We Alone. . .

Only God's fingers can unknot
The cord of ego binding us,
Rewrite the script, undo the plot
And raise the soul like Lazarus,

Remove the crown of ignorance
That heavy weighs upon our head,
Redress the role of fate and chance
That dogs the living and the dead.

For we alone are impotent
To quell the forces plaguing us,
Mind unwilling to relent,
The vital still obstreperous,

And body's fixed rigidity
Reject the light that would descend,
Inhibit the inborn Deity,
And all our human error end.