I am a ceaseless wanderer<\/p>\n
who carries all I own<\/p>\n
as I wander place to place<\/p>\n
not knowing which<\/p>\n
is Home.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I tread the path of the world<\/p>\n
as aimlessly I go<\/p>\n
searching, seeking<\/p>\n
waiting, hoping<\/p>\n
for something\u00a0I don’t know.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I’ve always been an orphan..<\/p>\n
can you sense my pain?<\/p>\n
I am a loner who walks<\/p>\n
night and day<\/p>\n
down the lonely lane.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Suddenly there appears<\/p>\n
a set of footsteps true<\/p>\n
in the dirt<\/p>\n
of the trail which comes<\/p>\n
into my view.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The Man who I see there<\/p>\n
looks at me with Eyes<\/p>\n
which have seen<\/p>\n
many things<\/p>\n
and nothing a surprise.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He looks at me with an endless,<\/p>\n
penetrating Gaze<\/p>\n
and I know I am looking back<\/p>\n
at the Ancient<\/p>\n
of Days.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He tells me the greatest Story<\/p>\n
and no longer am I blind<\/p>\n
for He has seen<\/p>\n
my searching<\/p>\n
for something more sublime.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He says: “I was once lonely.<\/p>\n
I had no pillow for My Head.<\/p>\n
I hung on a Tree<\/p>\n
until they made sure<\/p>\n
I was dead”.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“They thought me a vagrant..<\/p>\n
whose time was more than gone.<\/p>\n
My teachings<\/p>\n
they had despised<\/p>\n
for so very long”.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“But, where I went they\u00a0couldn’t go.<\/p>\n
I had loved until the last….<\/p>\n
even those who<\/p>\n
rejected Me<\/p>\n
in my lonely past”.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Now, I am King of the Angels.<\/p>\n
I am no longer alone.<\/p>\n
The Earth is My Footstool.<\/p>\n
And Heaven is My Home.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“I invite you to come with Me..<\/p>\n
your wanderings are done.<\/p>\n
A whole family<\/p>\n
awaits you,<\/p>\n
my most blessed son”.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I look at Him in wonder<\/p>\n
as slowly I surmise<\/p>\n
that as the deepest night falls,<\/p>\n
is when the brightest<\/p>\n
Sun does rise.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So I stepped forward in trust,<\/p>\n
no longer alone.<\/p>\n
I know now where I am to go<\/p>\n
on this path<\/p>\n
which leads<\/p>\n
to Home.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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