Who Is This? Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Who Is This?

Who is this who comes into my heart,
A morning soul with sunlight in her hair,
Her movements speak of beauty's finest art
Her hands expressing miracles and fair

Her bosom as the freshest waters of spring.
Her gracious words attune to finer chords
Than man has heard on earth, an offering
Of tribute to the far and distant Lords

And God who seems to smile upon her face
And touch her soul supreme with mystery
As one who is destined to uplift our race
With joy and love and touch us peacefully

With the calm Light, the incense of her days.
To her I bow and sing my songs of praise.