Iii
III
Who is this wanderer come out of the desert
well nourished and with muddied feet?
Who is this angel come down from heaven
to walk this earth for you to meet?
Who knows this stranger come from the past
to test your courage and love, so blind?
Don’t send her off alone, waterless,
give her your bed and homemade wine.
Let her rest gentle in your comforts
for the true pilgrim has many homes.
If she offers to pay you with love,
Bok Hane, keep the treasures in your poems.
* This is part three of an 18-part series called The White Feather Series. All the poems on this site with a Roman numeral designation fall into this group.
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