My Voyage

I thought that my voyage had come to an end at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted and the time had come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that Your will knows no end in me and when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart: and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders. (Rabindranath Tagore)

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  1. I love this, it is one of my all-time favourite poems. Thank you for the timely reminder, Michael.

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