Poems of Narad

In the Vasts of Space

What more this variegated life might hold
I question not for all has been foretold
And I have sacred memories to bear
And gifts of spirit waiting still to share.
There is nothing more to ask of life or love.
Completed by the world in which I move
Out of all proportion I am blessed,
Recipient of light, by grace possessed,
Yet still to overcome the stigmaed past.
My faith all deviation shall outlast,
For I have met him in the vasts of space
And touched his feet and looked upon his face.