Poems of Narad

Saints and Seers

Look now upon these lives so deeply lived
Immortal robed in our mortality;
As the lanterns of their souls were lit
To chase the darkness from these troubled days
That break upon the flood of endless time.
They summoned peace into earth's restless field
Where truth and love and light are rarely seen.

We are the finite of an infinity
That moves us towards a purpose vast and free;
Though we are jerked as marionettes on strings
Puppets of an unseen force of fate,
Moved by the karma of long-forgotten deeds
And rage against our own iniquities
Delight is the close companion of our days.

In this still hour when night begins to fold
Upon itself and half the world asleep,
And the guiding stars are dimmed in memory,
In the unacknowledged countries of the soul
A Person waits, one whom we know and see
Plunging deep into the wells of peace,
To realize the body's destiny.