“Wanderland”
I can’t help it
I am
a wanderer - I tend to roam
tic-tic-tic-tic
exploring
roads I’ve never walked
I run free
following dirt roads
chasing dusty crowds
to the one who calls me
I answer breathless
tic-tic-tic-tic
He invites me
to follow him - walking
through turmoil
silenced by his peace
we leave the crowd amazed
by the fullness of the meal he provides
stepping
in his footsteps,
to find
his words of truth
I freely share the word
tic-tic-tic-tic
following in faith
I do not know
where I roam
coming to a stream
I feel the cool water as
it washes
around my legs
not even slippery
rocks can trip me.
He delights
at mothers and children
gathered there
His love smiles at me
a blind man asks me
to come see the light
as
I dance with crippled legs
My guide speaks
Roam the world –
have courage –
know the truth -
voice it -
tic-tic-tic-tic
my chair’s belt
keeps me from sliding
into His arms completely
wheels locked
voice paralyzed
an old clock mounted
on yellowed walls - beacons
white-round
above a traffic jam of wheelchairs
neighbors lined up
some are rebels
kicked
juxtaposed to normality.
some never move
everyone is traveling - minds wandering.
the clock
sets
the-sted-e-beat
for life
against white noise
of routine
television radio bickering
a life that exist in wandering
tic-tic-tic-tic.
the orderly looks
irritable
maybe it’s his bowels
I sing my song
of wandering
into my lover’s ear
I tend to roam
in life’s time
tic-tic-tic-tic
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