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