Poems of Narad

On the Borderlands of Prayer

I saw on some unshrouded plane
Where heaven's golden fire blazed
The death of Falsehood, evil slain,
And then a rose-like chalice raised

To slake our thirst for God's advent,
A cup eternal, Grace-filled, fair,
A symbol of divine descent
On the borderlands of prayer.

I saw Truth leap across mind's bars
And day assault night's dynasty,
The trespass of a million stars
Upon the Void's infinity.

Whatever burdens we must bear
To gain the soul's recovery
Knowing, we shall not despair
Or grieve for lost divinity,

For He whose calm sustains the Light
Descended here to lift earth-kind
At work in us though recondite
Her Force that will our fate unwind.

All-love contained within Her smile
And in the beauty of His eyes
Compassionate infinities.
At Their Feet we knelt awhile.