The Wanderer
The Wanderer
I wandered around
from town to town.
from place to place
leaving little trace.
I wandered from here to there
with nothing becoming clear.
I wandered with no aim
with none caring even of my name
while hoping for a little fame.
I tried a little of this and that
which all usually fell flat.
Then, the answer came to me,
and I knew what was the key.
I was not where I needed to be
and I now had to become free.
I had been a constant wanderer
but now I must become a wonderer.
I must look with wonder at others
and all God’s creation of races and colors,
as important like sisters and brothers.
And, if at times, I continue to wander,
I must become a wondering wanderer
to give others the wonder of real love,
which I pray be given to me from above.
