Sons Of Light Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Sons of Light

Weep not, O world, more tales of woe
For I have grief enough to bear
Bundled on my back I go
Remembering the few and fair
That I was privileged to know
Who walk no more beside us here
Excepting blessings they bestow
When in the silence they appear
Or in our dreams to ebb and flow
Beyond the consciousness of time.
I hear their voices soft and low
Like music or a perfect rhyme
Exhorting us to find the way,
Lifting us from night to day;
Through pain and loss this truth I know
We are sons of light, towards light we go.