The Touch Of Heaven In Our Hearts Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

The Touch of Heaven in Our Hearts

There was one who lived conversant with all arts.
Now she is gone who made me young again.
Alone I face the future and alone
Must live the present, knowledge to attain
Of lives long past and loves to me unknown.
Can we say that tears are useless if they wake
Our grief to understanding and our minds
Return to calm and let the soul partake
Of vastness and the healing of the winds
That carry the message of diviner love
To the spirit seeking in a slumberous haze
Something that it feels but knows not of
Lest light illumine all our common days
And we feel the touch of heaven in our hearts.