He is only a memory now
For he walks no longer
The high paths of earth
But his words live among us still

And they lead us back
To another time
To another place
Back, to another time
To another place
To a storm-tossed harbor
And an unexpected crowd at dockside
To a small boat
Buffeted by the harsh winds
And battering waves

And in the boat, a man
Unmindful of the furor
Of wind and waves
A man whose face is both peaceful, calm
As if he sees beyond the storm and crowd
To a secret haven
And now the boat is docked
And the crowd gathers
And the storm hushes
As though it, too
Would wait expectantly for his words

For he has returned again among us
And, at first quietly
He speaks to all