Poems of Narad

In God's Cleansing Flow

Oct. 11, 2005

Have we found the measure of our love
Or have we kept it secret, sealed
As in a hidden flower grove,
Something not to be revealed.
One speaks in pain of a wounded heart
And in the flames of anguish thrown
Dismisses the thought of a new start,
Embittered, bereft, to weep alone,
Or another writes of soul-rending loss
And chooses to live in the pain-filled past
Burdened beneath his sorrow's cross
And all the suffering amassed.
A few there are who yearn for light
The inner demons would overthrow.
Withdrawn from the dark thoughts of night
Carried in God's cleansing flow.