Poems of Narad

Upon the Spirit's Stance

A current of anger caught me unaware,
Ripping through the nervous envelope
Usurping calm and commandeering voice,
A foul invective found unlimited scope.

As quickly as it entered it was gone
And I amazed looked closely and fell still
Astounded at lost control, the impudence
Of forces seeking human minds to fill

And human forms to work their nether will.
A lesson learned of constant vigilance
To guard the secret dweller from attack
And found our lives upon the spirit's stance,

Instil the peace impervious to assault
And open to God the sealed and sacred vault.