Your Footstool

Your footstool is where the poor, the humble

and the lost live, and there rest your feet;
my heart can never find its way to where
you keep company with the companionless.

I try to bow to you but my obeisance cannot

reach down to the depth where your feet rest
among the poorest, the lowliest, and the lost
as pride can never enter the path you walk.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 10

Henry Victor          06.01.2013