Vision Of The Avatars Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Vision of the Avatars

Let me now my story tell
Of comets shooting from the sky
And auguries that I know well
Of souls that grow and never die,
Of all the beauty man has known
Triumphant in a humble flower,
How goodness multiplies where sown,
The sight of seraphim who tower
Above the paltriness of days,
Above our waking and our sleep,
The guardians of ancient ways
Who catch the silver tears we weep
Protecting us from our self doubt,
Guiding when we know it not
Chasing entrenched evil out,
The hostile forces and their lot
Who keep men ignorant of God,
Chained to the daily, senseless round
Some who run while others plod
Pinned to a plot of common ground.
For few can see beyond the stars,
Beyond the sole internal view
Descending here the avatars
Who shall create the world anew.