Poems of Narad

From Realms of God-Experience

How calmly, silently you died
And I, reciter of psalms, deprived
Of limbs more sacred thanmy song
That swelled to paeans when you lived.

Foundation stone of calm and peace,
Love enveloping delight
Gift betokened, priceless one,
Upholder of my day and night

In which I dreamt my spirit-dreams
And soared on inspiration's wings.
Such beauty in thy wisdom'seyes
A life of joyful offerings

Now silenced to a single cry
Of anguish that yet understands
The being's need for pain and death
And pressure of the soul's demands

For deep regenerating sleep
In planes beyond earth's influence,
In preparation for new birth
From realms of God-experience.