Walking a road that I do not know

to a destination unknown

I don’t know where I started from

nor why I travel alone

I walk when the sun is high above

I walk in the moonless night

I walk til I ache from head to toe

and still no end in sight.

 

Sometimes the road is pleasant

water, and trees, and life

Sometimes the road is barren

with dust and dirt and strife

Sometimes others greet me

and walk with me for a day

Sometimes others shun me

and chase me on my way

 

I don’t know where I’m heading

but I know I must keep on

it might be home at the end of the road

the place where I belong

I think my father is at the gate

watching for me to arrive

I think he will love me and be glad

that the prodigal is alive