He walks with his invisible steps
in every age and every moment
coming both in days and nights;
for he comes and ever he comes.
In many moods I have sung
many songs but a single message
in their notes: ‘He comes’.
In the fragrant days of sunny April
he walks through the forest path.
In the rainy gloom of July nights
he sails on the thundering clouds.
In my sorrows his steps press my heart
and it is the golden touch of his feet
that makes my joy shine and dazzle.
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 45
Henry Victor 06.10.2012
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