Rhythmic Rush

All things rush, stopping not

looking not behind, and no power
can hold them back, for they rush
with that rhythmic rush.

It is not beyond you to be glad
with the gladness of this rhythm
being tossed and lost and broken
in the flick of this fearful joy.

You keep steps with that restless rapid music

of seasons that come to dance and pass away
with colours, tunes, and perfumes pouring in endless
flows of joy scattering, dying every moment.
 

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 70

Henry Victor          22.12.2012

Gift for Grace

An inclination for virtuous living, joy, wealth
including fame, with the final home come
from you, my ultimate mother and father
with the power to give, or withhold these gifts.

But my tears are mine, and mine alone that I bring
to you as my gift, a chain of pearls for your neck,
to hang on  your chest as the stars have placed anklets  
of light to your feet, and you reward me with your grace.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 83

Henry Victor          24.10.2012