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Bluebird
Challenging the supremacy of sky,
Resplendent in his coat of heaven-blue,
A winged vision upon some inner eye
His ancient melodies spring ever new
In concert with the blossoming of Spring.
He pours his soul into his wedding song
Who understands life is no fragile thing
Or lasting joy for which our spirits long.
I watch his mating ritual, the care
Of young now feathering to fledge the nest,
Their brilliant hues upon the fragrant air,
And from my earthly labour pause to rest.
This world shall yet survive and grow divine
The human substance mould to God's design.
For Mary Helen
Ashes to the Sea
A strange and settled calm enveloped me
This morning when I said my last farewell.
I walked in peace no sorrow could displace,
No anguished thought intrude down to the sea.
The sun though cloud-obscured would soon arise,
The eye of moon closed slowly sinking down
Into the pensive day's awakening.
They gathered silent by the parapet
Watching as I walked through waves and foam
Releasing your body's essence from my clasp.
In this hour of serenity when loss
Is but a dream and grief a luxury
You would not countenance in your regard,
All pain expunged by grace, the wounded heart
Widened to encompass life and d
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Poems_2004/Our Birthright and Our Goal.htm
Our Birthright and Our Goal
We are but shadow-figures of ourselves,
Unconscious actors walking through the day,
With unknown dream-worlds peopling our night,
Marionettes descended from the light.
And yet sometimes we feel a press of soul
Upon this dense, half-conscious envelope,
A deep unspoken need that asks for more
Than time allows through life's fast-closing door,
A need to know in an uncaring world,
A need of peace when all we see is war,
A need to love not for ourselves alone,
To feel the Grace that from our lives has flown.
We are descendents here of some vast Will
Assuring us that all is not in vain,
For truth
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Poems_2004/Journey Towards Divinity.htm
To Mother
Journey Towards Divinity
I sought her in the silver stars
And in the gem-encrusted night
O how I sang when She appeared
In waves of coruscating light.
I vowed no other would I love
For none could match her fierce and sweet
Embrace, the force of God's desire
Who silently on dove-white feet
Impresses earth with Heaven's fire.
Her royal presence drew me near
Her voice like music wove a charm
And all my life became a sphere
Of gratitude and offering
Encapsulating joy to be,
Surrender of all I held most dear
To journey towards divinity.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Poems_2004/The Peace That Consecration Brings.htm
The Peace That Consecration Brings
I walked alone in a dark deserted wood
Where briars held the lower ground that year
Among foreboding trunks in silence stood
And found a path that seemed to disappear
Advancing neither towards the light nor dark,
A strange inhuman path that drew me on.
Around me dying branches bare and stark
Impeded my march towards the burning dawn
That leads to joys we cannot yet conceive,
And secret haunts where Beauty undefiled
Lives the truth our spirits must retrieve
When all our warring instincts are reconciled.
I walked through death and walked through life again
And with each birth the
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Poems_2004/Guardian of Divinity.htm
Guardian of Divinity
The wounded tree is weeping now,
Suffering from Nature's blows
And the uncaring souls of men.
The grace of blossoms it bestows
On pilgrim, devotee, and saint,
Cooling with its verdant shade
Those who have come in offering
And under its arching branches prayed.
Shall we who bore her touch, her love
Do nothing in its needful hour,
Saying, "It is but a tree
(Ascribing to ourselves such power!)
And sooner or later it must die,"
She who gave it to my care
Who guides us on the sunlit way
Of our least acts is most aware
And our neglect or apathy.
Thy splendour dawn in us to see
No mere tree but
Autopsy
Tear the animal mask away,
Strip me to the barest bone
You shall not find the golden ray
That long within my heart had shone.
Open the skull, expose the brain
Examine it if you must,
You shall not find me, look again
And look until I turn to dust.
What is the measurement of soul
Or She who dwelt within this breast
Never shall you find the whole
When all it is but parts you test.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Poems_2004/Peace Advancing As A Bride.htm
Peace Advancing As A Bride
Were we but made to war and play
And in the painful hours weep,
To drift our lonely nights away
Upon the weary wings of sleep?
Or is there more we cannot see
But feel behind earth's heavy veil
The promise of a world to be
Beyond this body's brief-lived jail.
See the blossoms in their eyes,
These sun-bright children lately come
From the shores of Paradise,
The deathless soul's eternal home,
To walk with us on earth awhile
To help us find ourselves through love.
Bask in the sunlight of their smile
And feel the bliss within us move
And peace advancing as a bride
On feet of
Look, the Stars!
Look, the stars and burning galaxies
That in the silver silence deck the night
With bridal sprays and shower their delight
Reflecting but the brilliance of her eyes.
For with the dawn each life begins anew.
See how these symbol flames light all our skies,
A wedding march of bright eternities
The radiant smiles of heaven's retinue.
Death is but an instant in long time.
Look to the flowers for immortality
And the mighty rivers that rush to meet the sea
And the mounting hills that ever higher climb.
This fiery orb has charged the earth with life
Yet is but cupped within her mighty hand,
Its fires burn as ours at
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Poems_2004/In the Rapture of Infinity.htm
In the Rapture of Infinity
A far off goal of a distant dream
Calls me from the slumber of my days.
The hours lengthen quickly into years,
Recurring habits harder to dislodge
Than mountains men once moved alone by faith.
I labour in a garden built by love
Beneath the burning sun; the breezes chill
And memories of dead I knew and loved
Return to me at every season's end.
I am saddled by the past, restrained by fate
And still the voice beseeches me to leap
Beyond the little self, this tomb of grief,
Free the body from the yoke of time
Obliterate the heritage of birth,
Ascend to truth, let silence be the guide,
Cast out the demo