A Golden Day Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

A Golden Day

You weep now but the fire will grow
In the heart's love its flames shall rise
As you recall all that you know
Of one who blossomed in your eyes
As friend, beloved, soul to soul
Who leans down in your misery
To fashion diamonds from the coal
Of life; so follow your destiny
That one day you may reunite,
Comrade spirits of the Way,
As the light of dawn disperses night
In the beauty of a golden day.