Teacher Poem by Wojja Fink
Teacher
I ask a question
And am showered in grace
My tongue wags
And there is no answer
I am silent
And there are no questions
Only the inner love
That knows all the answers.
Before the questions were born.
I approach him with an empty heart
And he fills it with good tidings
I offer him blind words
And he gives them eyes
I offer him my dumb tongue
And he speaks eloquence in essence
He takes my tears as full stops
And breathes new life in old meanings,
I cannot find the words
But thankfulness;
Speaks without end.
A great soul searching soliloquy with perfect poetic embellishments: I stood in front of the Teacher and the God, I was confounded whom to bow down first! My inner voice said to me in silent code, Surely the Teacher, he removed the dust.
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4/24/2024 7:45:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm humbled to feel the weight of being a teacher myself. I didn't appreciate that role when I was a student in school though. I was a regular terror, if you know what I mean! Thankfully, the tables have turned, so as to speak. And I'm blessed to have had teachers who have left deep marks of gratitude and humility in me (its a struggle there sometimes!) . Thanks for bringing back those great, touching memories to me..... Cheers friend. Subroto