I can tell who you are
You radiate
Burning desire, confusion
So much like my own
Seeking one who defies being found,
Walking the long road.
It will stay that way, you know
The desire, the yearning
Will never end.
But this should not keep you from walking.
Sometimes you'll be in the company of others,
But mostly you'll know
What loneliness means.
Along the way, somewhere
You will meet pain
And learn to make it your companion.
When the road closes in on you,
Leaving no leeway,
When it loses itself in the wild
And you grope through the thicket,
Close your eyes
Your love is your lodestone.
You will always feel Him
Just out of your reach.
Because He is nowhere
He is everywhere,
His absence his presence.
Don't ask me for directions
I, too, am a wanderer
Lost someplace else.
I cannot tell you
When or if the road will end
But I can also tell you
That you already
Have arrived.

© Michaela Macha

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