The Peace That Consecration Brings Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

The Peace That Consecration Brings

I walked alone in a dark deserted wood
Where briars held the lower ground that year
Among foreboding trunks in silence stood
And found a path that seemed to disappear
Advancing neither towards the light nor dark,
A strange inhuman path that drew me on.
Around me dying branches bare and stark
Impeded my march towards the burning dawn
That leads to joys we cannot yet conceive,
And secret haunts where Beauty undefiled
Lives the truth our spirits must retrieve
When all our warring instincts are reconciled.
I walked through death and walked through life again
And with each birth the goal drew nearer still,
Through happiness and grief and numbing pain
I heard the summons of a higher Will,
"Close the door on all unholy things
And know the peace that consecration brings."