A Peace No Sorrow Can Deny Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

A Peace No Sorrow Can Deny

I sat beside her softly dying
In the bright and song-filled morn,
The busy world outside denying
Death, although my heart was torn.

From weary lids the pent-up tears
Poured down in cataracts of pain
Remembering the joyous years
And love I would not see again.

The singing months return once more
Their beauty burdening the skies
As I look through a strange new door
Seeking the untold mysteries.

The chapters of our lives are filled
With pages torn from Being's book
When the beloved's voice is stilled
And one is forced within to look,

The inner wells of light to find,
A peace no sorrow can deny,
In silent chambers of the mind
Explore our future destiny.