Soul In Sleep Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Soul in Sleep

I watch you sleep at peace in troubled days,
Sleep of the Innocent who bear the wounds
The world inflicts with quiet dignity.
Floating through dreams as on buoyant seas,
Unteared your face, unstained its radiance,
Aglow, attuned to unearthly harmonies,
And mysteries beyond our sight and sense,
Yet on your brow divine tranquility.
And still I watch unknowing where you perchance
Do soar, but on your beauty ever I glance
And see your soul a star whom God attunes
Illumining my life with lambent rays.

I shall gather in sheaves your acts of tenderness
For I have reaped far more than I have sown
Your simplest gifts are felt as His caress
And surely by your touch my soul has grown.