Poems of Narad

Poet's Prayer

We will not ask of lesser Gods the Word
Nor rend the breast when our Muse is fallen still,
The True is from an inner silence heard
And calm of mind and patient-seeking Will.

Of words we have enough, enough of thought,
The epic of the soul's advance is here
In battlefields surpassing knowledge fought
And realms the lonely vision of the Seer.

Yet shall we pray the heart-inspired prayer
To widen our embrace of life by love
And if the mantra reach our burdened air
Transcribe from rhythmed cadences above

The lines that soar beyond the reach of time
And join the singer to the Song sublime.