Poems of Narad

In the Gardens

In the Gardens of the sacred Matrimandir,
Surrounded by a beauty deep and pure
I meditate on what is still to come
And in my psychic being I am sure
That all will be done according to Her will.
We live not here in darkness and defeat,
There is a consciousness divine, above
With whom, though unaware, we often meet.
I see the flowers leaning towards the sun
And though the years are swiftly flying by
And though the Work has hardly yet begun
I pass the gardens still to be and sigh
Requesting the Lord to give me years and health
That I may serve Her well, creating wealth
Of beauty that from the earth shall never leave.
There is only Light, there is no need to grieve.

January 7, 2022