Poems of Narad

I Remember

I remember when I came to Her,
A callow youth holding an inner fire,
An arrogance and more, a penury
To offer Her of my soul's desire.

She counseled me in music and She bore
My intransigence and my shallowness.
Had I been with Her in times before,
Did She allow this youth to confess

His love for Her this Queen, divine and free,
From all the impediments of former lives?
She greeted me in a room of sanctity
And through Her this struggling spirit thrives

Continuing to scale the upward way
And join the night to everlasting day.

March 13, 2022