Poems of Narad

This Faint Phenomena Called Soul

What isthis faint phenomena called soul
Which rarely do we sense and hardly know,
A portion of some enigmatic whole
That merits no attention in the flow

Of life, the rushing of its endless streams
Inwhich we willingly participate.
Yet sometimes we are visited by dreams,
Impressions, thoughts on which we meditate

Other than our daily cares and fears.
And sometimes when a voice is softly heard,
Turn from the tedious sameness of the years
From far approaches catch the carrier Word.