Walkers Of The Long Road by Thomas Martin Sobottke


We are walkers on that long road we two.

With sun rays of hope we stop, we look, but with downcast eyes we see we are alone as always.

Solitary,
isolated,
misunderstood,
seeking truth,
peace.

Our essence taken and thrown away.

Mocked simply for asking the return of what is ours.

But the road though long remains bright with the sun.

The nobility of the quest.

Pausing again, we pick up markers along the trail left for us
by ancestral pioneers.

It is good,
it is right.

Justice and mercy our companions,
and the knowing
the eternal.

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