Crusade
Barefoot
I walk
across isolated wastelands
Silence
engulfs me
and I am alone
Strangely
it does not frighten me
to be that solitary figure
stumbling on a path less traveled
Other missionaries
join my crusade
chanting hymns of unity
Our crossroads
each a different route
hidden agendas guiding us all
Barefoot I limp
over thorn and stone
Silence once again surrounds me
and I am no longer alone...
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
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