Poems of Narad

Look Forward Life

Where now, the questing mind would know
Where, saith the heart, the awful blow
Reverberating still in the soul's space,
No hopes, no dreams, lost is all trace

Of her love, her gentleness and care
That cradled our dreams in a fragrant air,
Her laughter that still through flowers blows
Her smile as perfect as the rose.

Look forward life, look not back
At how she met the great attack
Of cancer with a trusting will
That strengthened as the time grew ill

For hope that we might find a cure
Or gain a day by some detour
Around the dwelling-place of death.
I watched the slowing of her breath

And sang my mantras for her peace.
How could such beauty ever cease,
So great a light be quenched and fail
Her golden limbs to slowly pale

And I unable but to see
A fragment of the mystery
That from our suffering and pain
Through body's loss the spirit's gain.