Poems of Narad

Fount of Gratitude

I am weary of the sorrows of this world
And all the sordid business men call life
Yet cannot turn away for I belong,
Participant and author of my strife.

Humanity embattled seeks its soul
Amid diversions manifold and sweet
The Tempter throws as baubles to a child
Hoping the psychic being to unseat

And leave the throne untended for a while.
Forgetting we might dally and delay
Consumed by acquisition, immersed in greed
The lamp untrimmed no longer light our way.

A deep and ancient memory awakes
Within the walls of waking self and calls,
A muted voice reminding of our quest
Despite our painful stumbles and our falls

Recalling to us a glory that was ours
And realms of beauty waiting to descend
And wrest from life her cup of misery,
Expunge her grief and all her darkness end.

We must seek again the fount of gratitude
Whose healing flow shall cleanse, revivify
Our failing aspiration, stoke the flame,
The promptings of the nether gods deny,

To find inviolate our centre's core
Untouched, unmoved by evil and its day
And waits our acquiescence to unite
The spirit with the flesh and falsehood slay.

For it is promised that there shall appear
On earth a superman to help and guide,
Uplift our race, the world to divinise
That in our cells the godhead might abide.