Poems of Narad

The Open Gate

22/1/2022

And when she smiled the sun would hide her face
But when she wept the rains came pouring down,
In all her movements a surpassing grace
Was felt, it seemed a miracle was shown,

For She the Madonna of the world of light,
Was Madonna too of all this mortal grief.
We struggle through the darkness of the night
And are shaken by beauty as the fallen leaf

Is tossed among the handiworks of fate.
She is for all who is for the One alone,
Waiting for man to walk through the open gate
Where the answers to our questions are fully known.