Traveler
Dear traveler, where do you come from,
Where have you been?
What have you been hiding deep deep within?
How long have you contemplated,
For what have you lost?
At what cost have you bought that cross you carry?
Your body is battered,
Hair matted and tattered,
Clothing falling rags, blowing in the wind.
How do you walk with such lightness and peace?
How can your smile light up these cold dark streets?
You possess nothing,
Have no home
Yet your eyes are wells of deep clear water.
I’ve heard of a man who wandered the earth,
With no home to return to but the dirt he came through.
He claimed nothing, blamed nothing,
Walked around with his bag of seed just sowing.
He had nothing yet possess everything
Gave everything.
After pouring out my heart.
Describing each issue in vivid detail,
He simply stood, smiling, and waved me come follow.