Poems of Narad

Arise, O Soul!

March 9, 2005

And I in a moment of the soul's distress
Disastrously descended in darkness' core,
Drawn a willing spectator to please
The lower senses' needs and through the door

That opens wide to let the fallen in,
Was welcomed by the sly Iniquity
Who greets the wayward soul with mounting sin
And promises delights the pure can't see.

Once inside the caves of ignominy
Where light is pushed aside to sate the mind
And thrill the flesh with vital fantasy,
Trapping the soul as in a hunter's blind,

There seems no way to leave, no sure escape
From realms of the forbidden fruits of night,
Yet if the central being is sincere
A way is found, returning to the Light,

And one is lifted to those heights again
And from a transitory fall we rise
To greater heights acknowledging the pain
When we are stranded far from Paradise

And feel the loss as a mother for her child
Or the beloved spouse when Death appears
And all that we have known of bliss is killed.
Arise, O soul no more that darkness nears.