Poems of Narad

Night Passages

12/14/01

As I drift half-consciously to sleep
I hold a blessing packet in my hand,
Charged with grace and given me to keep
The hounds of night at bay and countermand

The voices dark that softly bid us leave
Our sweetness' sanctuary close within
For wanton ways that make the spirit grieve,
Turning from light to welcome darkness in.

We must discern the false, become aware
Of worlds in worlds that cunningly do hide
The demon in the garb of forms so fair
Who would our earthly progress cast aside;

Protect the soul from perils that entreat
And toward the realms of beauty set out feet.