Poems of Narad

This Earthly Clay

I hear the voices of a muted choir
Singing on the borders of a world
Unmanifest yet realized on earth
And as it gains in density appears
At the farthest edge of human consciousness.
I lend my voice to theepiphany,
My spirit leans towards its growing light,
Golden in a supramental sky,
Invincible and gaining still in strength.
Yet in me there are parts that shun the day
The dark alcoves and recesses of sin
Abiding in a dank and fetid air
Continuing since time unmemoried,
Entrenched in sordid thought, averse to change
Possessive of their fief of ignorance,
Aware of the inevitable day
Of God's appearance on this earthly base,
His moment of inevitable change.
And though these parts intractable remain
A million openings receive the Force
Accepting dissolution of the old,
And penetration of these human cells.
The fire that consumes does not destroy,
Its flame a transmutation of the Grace,
A holocaust of the Divine delight,
Intolerant of all that would deny,
Compassionate transforming by degree
This earthly clay to imaged deity.