Poems of Narad

Beauty to Transform My Soul

When mind is busy with its worldly things
What wakens in vision are truths we cannot see,
Our dreams are visions too on fragile wings
Those covert glimpses of eternity.

Of earth's demand for beauty I am moved
And the latent perfection in all descended here,
I see from an inner eye the golden-hooved
Stallion bear the heavenly rider near.

The forests call me to their dense retreat,
The morning sings to me its hymns of praise
And soft green swards beckon my pilgrim feet
As sunlight bathes the world in lambent rays.

Peace comes on me as a mother's gentle hand,
An inner rapture steals my heart to bliss,
I suffer beauty to transform my soul
And long in silence for his rapture's kiss.