बस यूँही……

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A wonderful evening,
The day’s journey comes to an end.
The golden orb settles down for a night of well deserved rest.
Unlike other travellers, we will certainly meet
This journey will definitely resume after a short span.
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As I witnessed a glorious recurring miracle, I was reminded of a Tennyson poem that we first were introduced to in school, but grew to fully understand, only much later.
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Crossing the Bar:
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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
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But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
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Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
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For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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The metaphorical allusion is clearly to a different transition and end of a different journey and has so many metaphysical layers. A wonderful, short poem by someone who was so influential in my schooldays and understanding of literature.
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Sunset

Daily Miracles

Wonders Never Cease

Hopelessly In Love With Nature