Buddha I (In Burmese alabaster white and smooth)

In Burmese alabaster white and smooth, Two thousand years ago the workman cut, And pricked with gold, fine scarlet and dull blue, This seated image of the Lord of Life. The face still wears its infinite regard; The mouth still curves with its ineffable smile; The hand lies open in the folded lap; And still the generations do not know. Here for remembrance reverently we place, With thoughts made gentler by his gentleness, The yellow daffodils in early spring; The blue flag from the meadows in high June; And the red lilies of the August moors; Praying for love, for wisdom and for peace.