Poems of Narad

O Hear the Voice

Soon shall we hear the interweave of sound
Unheard before and melodies of light
To chase the darkness from the hallowed ground
Relieve the earth oppressed by death and night.

For music from the higher planes come down
Shall waken in the heart forgotten song
And when the spectral presences have flown
Peace will descend for which our spirits long,

And love shall sing from this our human choir
In hearts desirous of the grace supreme
As golden chords struck on a golden lyre
Flowing as a clear untroubled stream.

O hear the voice that sings through leaf and flower
And in the waves that yearn towards the shore
Upon the peaks we call that might and power
To beauty and to truth the earth restore.