Poems of Narad

God-built House

To have circled round the consciousness of self
And eyed the target in a looking glass
Magnified the mysterybut missed
By some skewed glance in all the seething mass

The central core, a small pin-point of light.
To have lived the fullness of each season's gift
And loved the more for one another's sake
And then by death, the Beloved lost, to drift

Through days deemed dull and meaningless, and yet
To hold within the memory and know
The illusion we name time through which the soul
Gathering experience must go,

Eternal in the endless flow of lives,
Recurring births and untold deaths until
All is found that once was missed or lost
And Being stands transformed as on a hill

In Paradise where all the Gods attend
The final realization of the race
That struggled through the centuries to dwell
In a God-built house, miracle of Grace.