Poems of Narad

Her Love

I feel that there is little more to write
Until I ascend into the spiritual planes,
For what is seen on earth as true and right
Are minimal until the spirit gains

A vision not impaired by human mind,
A heart of purity endowed with bliss,
An understanding of a higher kind,
The blessings of the Mother and Her kiss

Upon the wanting soul so desperately
Aspiring for all past faults to heal,
Becoming once more in life's mystery
Her child awake and able now to steal

A glance of Her compassion and to yield
To that alone my sole spirit's field.