Little Flute
Tagore
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail
vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in
joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.
Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.
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Very beautiful. 🙂
The poem is a beautiful metaphor or our lives. We may not see the harvest of the seeds we plant, but the harvest will come.
Nice
Thanks for your comment. Like the little flute, the small, kind actions we do each day continue to make a difference. The world needs bright spots. Keep shining. Have a great day. Ray
Thanks