Poems of Narad

From the Folds of Night

Waves of heat wash over me,
The shuddering body's chill warms
Yet all is still a mystery,
And life a spate of frenzied storms

For I unwilling or perverse
Turn from the spirit's ordained path
Saddled by demon dreams or worse,
Impatience and cruel self-wrath.

I mark each day as season's spin
Dividing time's relentless hours,
In the dark and bleak within
Pray to the divine powers.

In the iron mesh of sorrow caught
I miss the unity once found
Among the saintly where I sought
Solidity of spirit-ground.

If peace in me cannot descend
War will rage relentlessly
The wrestle with night shall never end.
I must surrender willingly

To the One I know awake within
Working through our grief and pain
Absolving mortal life fromsin.
Who offers all gives not in vain

To some amorphous entity
Or God who sits on judgment's seat,
But through evolving purity
Will glimpse the tread of stainless feet

That touch on earth and sanctify
The human journey towards the light,
A presence none can dare deny
Who frees us from the folds of night.