Darkened concealing place
 

(Father, I fear I do remember that I loved him once, as well, but what must I do
To show him where I dwell, and save him from this pilgrimage to Hades?
Father?)

Or look where you are not,
For you have flown away
  Along the path they stare at me,
Curse, mutter, 
 Seek to damn me
Calling names
They seek to weaken,
 To deter me.

The joy you could bring into the world,
Is hateful to those who
Dwell with their hearts still furled.


Fool,
 Stop, they cry, 
Fool,
 Old, your joints are stiff
Fool,
 Filled with weakness,
Fool,
 Fat, unfit for questing,
Fool,
Ugly man, you terrify our children
Fool,
Desist. Your path is a drunken reel
Fool,
Bald, withered.   

Your mind is clouded with unholy desire
Fool,
Old, raised from death's bed once
Fool,
 Bent, broken,
Soon you'll die anew
Fool,



Hold your steps, 
None will come to save you.
Fool,
 Cease your journey.
No one waits for you.
Fool,
Stop your quest.
Fool
Fool
 
(Father, now my heart is breaking, why are you so silent?
Look how they mock him.)
(Yes?  So they mock the man of an ‘arid mind?’ What is that to you?)
 
Heart of my Soul, 
So far away, In distant lands 
Held in prison deep, 
I heed your cry, I rise to my feet.  
I discard my armor  
Don the pilgrim’s cloak. 
Grey humble must I seek,
Long long miles before we speak.  
Many suns will stare at me, 

Wonder how it is I walk alone,  
Not with you.  

 

From distant lands
 I hear you call
From spells cast
To hold you mute,
You yield to overcome,
You cast your shadow far o’er me
That others think me such a fool
To seek you, my teacher.
When they know not
 The truth.  


Your visage ever before me,
Holds my heart as ever
Though it feels I’ll never see you,  
The crowds say,
Yield your foolish dream,
Stop your childish searching,
God is not in the Mountains of your vision,  
Nor is there truth in dreams.  
 

(Father what shall I do?)
(Wisdom asks for wisdom?)