THE JOURNEY

Among my oldest poems, partly inspired by a friend who went beyond the distance to marry his wife.

In an endless field
A man walks;
Despite the vast space
He speaks.

Must he walk
and not be tired?
Will he speak
But not be heard?

Yet man walks and talks;
He must take his course
And run and stumble, then
Be weary and cry of thirst.

In her weariness
She seeks comfort;
In his efforts
He searches reprieve.

Knowledge is unfathomable,
It stretches without rest;
Existence reaches the farthest star
And cradles the tiniest of life

But the arms of one embracing
Defines life no sage
In all his knowledge
Can achieve.

And a listening ear reaches
The depth of a heart's echo
Whose well none can fathom,
Soothing its faintest sigh.

From its waters thirst is quenched;
The farthest place, for a beloved's touch.
In these man finds, and
A journey ends, then begins...