Thankfulness

On Thanking God - for blessings

F i r e f l i e s

I touch God in my song
 as the hill touches the far-away sea
   with its waterfall.
The butterfly counts not months but moments,
 and has time enough.

Let my love, like sunlight, surround you
 and yet give you illumined freedom.

Love remains a secret even when spoken,
 for only a lover truly knows that he is loved.

Emancipation from the bondage of the soil
 is no freedom for the tree.

In love I pay my endless debt to thee
 for what thou art.

 By Rabindranath Tagore

[ Right now it's after midnight, December 20, 2008 in my country ]