Thank You, Sir Oscar Schmid Poem by Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla

Where hope may go dim Even in a world where hope may go dim

You shine as bright in the face of the dark.

A morrow-light to pilgrims bleak,

Thou art the answer to our mute appeal.



Over paths unknown, in shady sleep,

When we could not sleep, you gave us strength.

Was constant hand in tempest we dreaded,

When none seemed to see us, you clasped us in your arms,



When sad hearts were laden with loss,

You went with us even at the expense of yourself.

On the agony of Stanford world's last gasp,

You stood by us, and you gave us hope.

When nations speculated so tightly

Thou openedst thine and signified our flight.

To Ireland and to Britain land,

And thou the mightiest to make us stand.



When the hope was distant indeed

You sighed yes when the others would waiver

A saintly stranger and a rescue hand,

You turned what was impossible into such a great thing



Your heart, which is above all and bigger than earth and sky,

A reason--a reason to try.

Thanks indeed, a little word that we cannot tell,

We are grateful, we say, and to that depth.



World of the homeless, of the voiceless, the cast aside,

The giver of a home, of abode.

Your humanity is a present so rare,

A gift of more than words can tell

When the blackest thoughts were tempted,

You made our dreads too daring and bold.

You were kind to those that had no kindness

And, on your light, we were elevated.



We thank you, Sir, sincerely,

You gave us hope when none was about us

Thy words, I cannot doubt, shall be true unto eternity, unto eternity.

We are the lives brought to be in thee.



One more to cry, one more to smile,

You saw us go the extra mile.

Your grace will never pass away, Sir Oscar,

A gift to us, injuriously sure.