Poems of Narad

When Truth is Won

Farewell beloved, in solitude you rest
Preparing for a future none can see
But God who watches silently our quest
And laughs in tears at our disharmony.

Was ever a world more blessed that turns away
From beauty seeking violence instead.
Greed and retribution rule the day,
The living less attended than the dead.

How loud the acts of man on earth appear,
His dark derision in the face of love,
Deaf to the inspired word of sage and seer.
Mesmerized by war we cannot move

From television's coverage of hate
And the hypnosis of calamity.
On pain and loss and others' grief we sate
Enamoured of our mediocrity,

We pay allegiance to the brave who died
Defending freedoms to us commonplace,
The urging of the spirit's voice denied
Banality and hackneyed thoughts embrace.

Yet threading the beads of darkness is a string
Of light composed that ties us to the One
Immaculate transcendence who shall bring
Immortal life to men when truth is won.