In Peaceful Rooms Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

In Peaceful Rooms

I have been there when the soul prepared to leave
The body it had chosen to occupy,
To carry the evolving psychic flame,
Leaving with the softness of a sigh.
I have watched the swelling waves of human grief
Crash upon the loved ones who remained.
Yet sat in peaceful rooms where the belief
Of those who calm and silence had attained
Invoked a force descending in the room,
A force to still the anguish and the tears
Allowing no impending sense of doom
Relieving hearts from vain emotion's fears
And a quiet into mortal souls descend
Aware of a beginning, not an end.