He is back. And somehow the sky is brighter;
Somehow the seas are not so high;
The steps of the marching men are lighter—
And only the dull folk whisper 'Why?'
I know-'We were never a one-man people.'
'The sower's nothing without the sod.'
'The church is the thing, and not the steeple.'
Nevertheless—he is back. Thank God.
January 23, 1944
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So meaningful