I am the wanderer who finding home Across the seas ten thousand miles away In ancient lands beneath a burning sun, Returns again to the soil that saw me born. Now time and distance pale beneath your gaze, The years condensed to points upon the path That you have willed this errant one to tread. I am a bridge across two continents, Carrying the cargo of the self To be off-loaded that my soul be free Of all the burdens of the heavy past, Emptied, and filled with wonderful soul-desire No more the heavy weight of earthly cares But lightened now, moving towards your feet.
Poems Undated (1727)
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