Poems of Narad

Presence of the Rose

Come near to me beloved rose of peace
That I may draw a greater strength from thee,
Countless battles I have won with ease
But now the dark foreboding troubles me.

Peering into night my way to find,
Blinded not by light nor void but pain
I trudge the treacherous quicksand of the mind
Unknowing if my soul shall rise again.

Aware compassionate presences are near,
The star of faith my succour and my guide,
What thunder crash of adversity to fear
With the protecting angels by my side.

A day is near when love all wounds shall close
And in my heart the Presence of the Rose.