Poems of Narad

Pioneers of Change

22/1/2022

Father, mother, sister, all are gone
Into the land of rest that they might prepare
The psychic being to descend again
Nourished on the earth with heavenly care
Take up once more the supreme and joyous task,
Embodied once more in a human dress
Seeking ever the source divine within
To suffer once again beatitude's kiss.
What joy to breathe again this mystic air,
To touch the living soil with humble feet
The fragrances inhale, the colours all,
And human forms with increasing joy to meet.
This earth is magic to the soul of those
Pioneers of change who brook no repose
In the adventure of the living fire.