Soul In Transition Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Soul in Transition

Riveted to the ticking of the clock
Relentless the attack of piercing pain,
The numbing cancer drugs reduce the shock
But ebb and flow of agony remain.
Minutes pass, millennia of Will,
As all life's flame-events go flashing by,
The shattered tortured shell tenacious still,
Its mantra to the Lord a poignant cry
For bliss in an uncomprehending world
That moves a puppet or automaton
Whose dark desires on the Spirit hurled
For sated joys of dull oblivion.
The days drift by a disconnected strand
And hours move more slowly than the years,
The sweeping motion of the second-hand
Agony's arc grinding the body's gears.
As an erratic pendulum is swayed
By hands unseen toying with our lives
All seems a Wheel and all our progress stayed,
A dream in which the Self alone survives.
Yet through the deadening haze the brightened Soul
Ever of immortality aware
Moving towards the psychic being's goal
Begins again a vessel to prepare
That God be born in Man and earth renewed
To beauty and the consciousness divine,
In Force-filled forms with truth-light's joy imbued,
Sculpted to the Artist's vast design.