Wayfarer
There
is no discernable path
this
deep in the winter forest,
nothing
but the gaps between the trees
through
which to wend my way.
I’m
not lost. I’m just moving
without
expectations; just unfinished business;
a
forging ahead and a leaving behind,
tramping
toward an indiscernible goal.
I
consider myself a wayfarer now
rather
than a drifter.
Hope
has abandoned me
but
my faith is intact.
I
heard a wild rumor once told by a Friend,
as
wild and strange as the path I’ve taken,
wild
enough that it just might be true.
I
take courage in His authority
and
His compassion, the One
who
has taken an interest in me
on
this improbable, winding pilgrimage
through
these darkling woods.
O
child of God, let faith in the Friend
guide and fortify you
on this arduous journey home.
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