Love...

The young man walked down the city street
In a strange land, with his own home far away,
And his newness clashed with the echoing beat,
Of horse carts and cobbled streets.

And they say that he preached a better world
To those who loved their own.
And he prayed, “Oh God”,
I would that my good be known…
And no one understood…

The young man stopped in the pitted road,
His manner not shiny now, and gazed at humble folk,
And vaguely sensed the meaning of eternal days,
And preached, “Come follow me that you might have rest.”
And prayed, “Oh God, help me to do my best.”
And few men understood

The young man trudged down the country lane,
No stranger now, still searching the paths to roam
But somehow, unashamed a little older now became,
And deep within his heart he sang, “This place is home”
And he preached the brotherhood of man and peace and charity,
And prayed, “Oh Lord, that I might be worthy of such as these…
In some far eternity.
And lo, he understood.