Poems of Narad

Stronger Grows the Soul's Belief

Two forces clash in us
And more perhaps, I do not know,
Joust within the confines of the flesh
Inviting us to savour worlds below

And all unholy things.
One tempts the spirit towards decay,
One lifts the soul to soar on freedom-wings
Above the narrow window of our day.

Still are we dragged and torn,
Tossed upon emotion's seas
By waves of sorrow or by years forlorn,
Or undertow of death that hopes to cease

Life in its dreaming sleep.
But I shall not succumb to grief,
The Flame that once was lit in me I keep
And stronger grows by trial the soul's belief

That love outlasts the fallen form and grows
Within our breasts all beings to unite,
As petals of the great and mystic rose
Scatter on our darkness God's delight.