QuantumAsianQuartzOnce there was a stranger
Who knew not any plan
A wanderer sore with none for fare
With none as guide a hand
He walked a step but slipped
Down the shadowy deep
A blind nomad with none to pick
With none to pull him quick
Strange was his lone despair
Stranger than he’s been long
Within ‘twas known no man’s to bear
Within a groan too strong
For strangely, did he, knew
Too well from life grown past
A Man, stranger in His world too
With none His faith to grasp
A light! Alas! ‘twas seen
A light not from within
A call so high and yet so sweet
A call without the scene
That stranger-Man more strange
Than the stranger he was
Has walked a step so steep but gained
A foot to hold him fast
So strange a story mere
Yet known of every ear
That longed to hear the lightly cheer
The Stranger lone owns dear
So strange no more the tale
Of what you truly are
A wanderer sore with none to bail
With none to free the bars
The strangest thing though ‘s that
The Stranger stands on wait
To free you once you own up fast
The wanderer you’re in bait.
This poem was first published in The Epistle, Vol.1, Issue 2, August 2012.