Life of a Wanderer
Life of a Wanderer
I am a wanderer, on my way to Jerusalem.
There I will meet my Holy God, not just symbolism.
From the Holy Fathers I learnt of His love for me,
In my young mind, I found the thought so very lovely.
So I set on a journey to discover the source of this love,
I picked up myself, my bible, and my rosary in the bag.
Night came; I found a castle, whose lady has a heart,
She fed me, clothed me, and invited me for the night.
In awe, I asked my benefactor how she could love the poor,
She answered, “It is God’s great commandment to love thy neighbor”.
In the coldness of the night, I felt warm for right there I found love;
In my frozen heart, kindled was a desire to also give love.
I went to sleep that night peacefully, as my heart ceaselessly pray,
For I have met God that day through the wonderful, gracious lady.
Morn came; I bid goodbye to continue my pilgrimage,
I walked for many miles, and then I met some teenage thieves.
They took my bag with my bible and bread the lady gave to me.
I was left on the road with nothing, none, but my bead rosary.
I wanted back my bible, my only possession in this world;
A dark-webbed heart, a mind unlit, and a weary old soul unfold.
I wept, what will happen to an old wanderer who’s got nothing?
I knelt, fists on my breast, “Where is God, his love, in this suffering”?
A memorial of the night before flickered in my dreary mind,
Interior light appeared and I saw my fallen heart intertwined.
A bright spark ignited in my wandering cold heart, goaded me to turn within,
Like a child, mesmerized by an ember, I blew a prayer to keep it aflame.
I descended into myself and I saw God’s love in concrete,
A dying flame, He enlightened me through a love memory lit.
This journey to Jerusalem, I do not know if I will ever reach;
But, His love stubborn, persists to burn within so I will not be a wretch.
8.25.14
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