Darshan Of The Lord Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Darshan of the Lord

I met Him across the borders of a world
That mind knows not nor reason can explain;
And came to Him while the body lay in sleep
Entering as a guest in His domain.

It was a place familiar yet unknown
Simply built in shades of white on white
Its substance formed of subtle matter's make
Transparent, pure, an edifice of light.

In a room that seemed like every earthly room
On a couch that felt like any earth-made seat
He bade me come and sit by Him while men
I knew in life walked by on silent feet.

I sat beside the Lord of Destiny
Who came on earth to charge our lives by grace
That we might find the fount of inner fire
And accelerate the transformation's pace.