Robed In Beauty Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Robed in Beauty

Though I have wept, held others as they wept
No sorrow can suppress the joy I feel
When the pale coin of morning turns to silver
And the gold of evening drops upon the trees.
Long have I lived my days in beatitude.
Though I have seen the hurt of this world
Always an aureate dawn holds my gaze
And in night's cradle of stars sleep peacefully.
There has been turbulence and troubled times
When my beloved left the fields of earth
And I alone in grief was wrapped in night.
Then a feathered bliss descended on my soul,
With the folding of its wings enveloped me.
I am a surfer on the waves of love
And remember those who lifted me above
The little self and all life's petty needs,
To a vision of the new humanity
Robed in beauty, luminous and free.