Go gently into the sunset
when you’re done riding the waves
Go gently away, once from the world of gaze
Cross into the tomorrows, without any disgrace
Go gently into the night
As day chooses the arms of sleep
Go gently… always towards the new
Listen for the sounds of lingering bells
Go gently down the mountainside
Till you reach the shore, where He dwells.
August 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem