Poems of Narad

Protector of the Way

Who is this stranger that I look upon
Reflected in the mirror of my soul,
An unfamiliar face, a bearing strange,
Is this a spirit from eternity
Or one more form immortal Self has donned
To seek the God who still eludes my search?
I have seen him walking through my childhood hours
Watched in youth as he outpaced my fate,
Discovered him in inner recesses
Down the soundless corridors of time.

He bears the scars of battle and of pain
And yet the years sit lightly on his brow,
His voice with a familiar ring resounds
And songs recalled among the drift of stars,
The music of a higher harmony.
In dawn and twilight and revealing hours
His presence waits within my life's deep core,
Broken are the wearying walls of doubt.
He smiles at me and I acknowledge him,
Companion and protector of the way.