The speaker of this poem comes from a long tradition of wisdom and reverence. His face is aglow; we can see his hands; and his voice, in its calm assurance, is the instrument of a vital, timeless teaching. May the children who hear it blossom and grow, and their light shine forth ’til the end. For what he said still stands.
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[ 2007 ]
Categories: Annotations and Elucidations
Tags: Children, Light, Poems, Reverence, Teaching, Tradition, Wisdom
William Michaelian 