Ved Prakash

June 2012

Now you are gone from the place that called your soul
But I shall never forget when first we met
Your beacon of light brightening my days.
Recalling your indomitable will
The inner support that lifted the choir’s voice
And though your body weakened by life’s blows
You sang the OM in those great choral eves
When all who came felt descending peace
Enter in the space behind the heart.
I saw your hands of strength gripping the rails
As you dragged your wounded legs up the stairs
To enter the room where we for an hour sang
Calling down a music from above.
You were a bulwark for us all, of faith,
And in your eyes the flame of love was bright.
When you could no longer navigate the stairs
Or use your legs to climb up to the room
You sat and with your strong arms step by step
Pushed yourself up, asking none for aid.
Then at the top we held you and you walked
Slowly with a strong determined grace
And we with silent gratitude were moved.
Ved Prakash I will remember you
Among the great of soul who passed our way,
The radiance of truth surrounding you,
Our lives forever immeasurably enriched.
And through these halting words I honour you.