Poems of Narad

Music of the Soul's Desire

A higher music waits upon the air,
Soars among the stars and weaves its song,
Descending it can call the heaven's here,
It answers to the prayerful and the strong.

In all aspiring hearts it shall descend
To make of earth a garden spot for God
Where flowers chant and sorrow finds its end
In Joy's embrace, the gates of love unbarred.

Symphonic, world on world shall then rejoice
As barriers fall and melodies inspire
Angels and men to join in one great voice
To sing the music of the soul's desire.