Who walks with me

Who walks with me

As the tumbledown blows

A pocket full

Of sorrows

Trail behind

So many leaves

Chasing down the old track

Harried into corners

Making homes for insects

Mice are meeker

Than the Robin

He has a brave heart

And knows his place well

Many times I have seen him

As we have

Passed this way before

Does he know me

From days gone by

Tarry a while

In the afternoon

Beneath the falling sun

It is a strange place

To leave a fellow

All alone

A hair’s breadth

From beauty

Hemmed in on all sides

Distant are the hills

Where the shepherd waits

For the first sign

Of winter

Will I see another snowfall

Ask for shelter

Have a conversation

With a stranger

Offering redemption

Or does this road

Have

A different destination

Who is to know

If I am of his flock

Perhaps he waits for me

How can this be

When his existence

Has been devised

To fill in the gaps

Which have developed

In my understanding

Of this journey’s purpose

Is it enough

To keep on moving

And if I do

Will the essential

Purity of my intention

Lead me home