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Rated: E · Poetry · Arts · #635234
A tribute to my many teachers at home and in many lands.
Touched by Angels
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You gave divine music to my pulse and rhythm
Made a flower grow from a bud
Beacons of light shone from strange lands
That lit up my world and blazed a trail,
That sudden realization
A joyous cry of Eureka in the dark

You were the bridge between past and present
and a future that I could not see
A guiding light when I lost my way
Reasoning, thinking, goading, pleading, pushing
Beyond the edge to taste the unknown, toward
A joyous cry of Eureka in the dark

You helped me find the sun, reason in an age of unreason
In a crowded kaleidoscope of thought and action
Understanding dimensions beyond the three R’s
Deciphering meaning where I saw none
Of a search for excellence and flight for perfection
A joyous cry of Eureka in the dark

We walked in the woods and you taught me to ‘listen’
To flowing streams, the call of the wild
The improvised rhythms of the music of rains
Till the strange became familiar
And the familiar flowed crystal clear
A joyous cry of Eureka in the dark

Together, our eyes engrossed on insignificant ants
Building giant burnt sienna hills
With you, digging deep into the heart of the earth
Infantile curiosity, a million questions,
My eyes afraid, till your flash of insight stilled the night
A joyous cry of Eureka in the dark

I learned from you the highland dance
The sound of strange bagpipes in familiar fields of rice
Learning beyond creed and color, the human touch
Learning from old enemies battling no more
A myriad paths flowing into a single river
A joyous cry of Eureka in the dark

Yes, I remember your touch as you held my hand
and painted on the canvas of my mind
You are my mother, my father, my friend and brother
Giver of light with nothing in return
I am but your shadow, a ricochet and echo
A joyous cry of Eureka in the dark

I now walk on the trails that you have shown
I dance and play with flower buds of my own
A father, a teacher with a candle in the dark
But, it is I who am shown the light
By teaching I learn, by giving I grow
A joyous cry of Eureka in the dark







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