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30 December 2019

Continued presence of the Divine

Speaking of God's continued presence, in the light of Christmas, and more specifically remembering Papa's presence (and all those at home) in my life, am reminded of Rabindranath Tagore's poem from Gitanjalli.  Only yesterday it occurred to me that I had in fact used this poem as my Christmas greeting one year.
SILENT STEPS 
Have you not heard his silent steps?
He comes, comes, ever comes. 
Every moment and every age,
every day and every night
he comes, comes, ever comes. 
Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind,
but all their notes have always proclaimed,
he comes, comes, ever comes. 
In the fragrant days of sunny April
Through the forest path
he comes, comes, ever comes. 
In the rainy gloom of July nights
on the thundering chariot of clouds
he comes, comes, ever comes. 
In sorrow after sorrow,
it is his steps that press upon my heart,
and it is the golden touch of his feet
that makes my joy to shine.
Tagore's experience and expression of God in the everydayness of human life, that too in the most mundane of things, is truly very touching. 

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