Poems of Narad

Regent and Mate

Can we who mourn our loss be whole again?
Is there a God to reunite the twain
Beyond the borders of the unseen worlds,
Beyond the nebulae, the cosmic swirls,

Who stands in the exploding universe
As Father, Mother, handmaid, servant, nurse
Of souls, a Force and Power to rewed,
Rejoin by love the living and the dead

Who walk besieged the avenues of Time,
Through countless births resume the epic climb.
The dark prevails and in the balance sways
The fate of centuries if grieving stays

Our progress and the riven heart succumbs
To lassitude and aspiration numbs,
The flame reduced to ashes or a spark
And heard no more the melody of lark

Or nightingale upon the earthly ear,
Reduced the body to a corpse of fear
A skeleton of wasted search for truth,
Betrayal of the godlike dreams of youth.

This sorrow hanging like a gibbous moon
We must dispel or face the psychic ruin.
For man is now the author of his fate,
Divinity his regent and his mate.