New World Descending Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

New World Descending

There is so much poignant beauty here
And greater riches waiting to descend,
I hear a music from an unknown sphere
Singing of joys I scarce can comprehend,

A music entrancing, voicing the secret bliss,
Awaiting the dual Advent's response to our plea,
The godhead's stamp and seal, the sacred kiss,
The single tone of infinite harmony.

For we have seen Her walk on dove-white feet
Clearing the golden pathway for our lives
Where the shadows of our habit-selves retreat
And the aspiration of the heart survives.

In the busy desert of our days
Into its sameness of scenery drab and drear
A brighter dawn appears and undreamt ways;
Beyond the bourne of time His voice we hear

And know that all is Grace and at the last
The thread that ties us all we recognize
And fling the mind-wove mantle of the past
As scene upon scene unfolds before our eyes,

To stand upon the edge of destiny
Disrobed of the dusty garb of fate, and free.
We hold Them in the eye of memory,
One turn and all is God's infinity.