A Transformed Race Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

A Transformed Race

The treacherous roads we must drive in the rain
Are nothing to the roads our spirits face
To cleanse the dirt within again and again
Preparing for the beauty of the race

Steadily descending from above,
Below, within, in every human being
To manifest the truth of selfless love
Divine that we be granted the light of seeing

And may move toward the hour fixed by God
That we limited advancing through the years
Evolving from the worm up from the sod,
Done with ego emptied of all fears

May be participants in a word of Grace
And bliss, forerunners of a transformed race.