Professor Guiding Us Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A gentle man of sixty-five, a professor, a learned man,
guiding us through Tagore's house and life, giving the
history of both.

Now sitting, writing of his patience and quiet virtue,
nature calling from below, a silent beauty descending
upon us all.

A vision of what may happen in the future is awakened
and entices intellect, there are no words to describe
this mysterious circumstance, it has come and now is.