Come, Come, Whoever You Are
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vows
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.
What I wear is pants. What I do is live. How I pray is breathe... Up here in the woods is seen the Word. That is to say, the wind comes through the trees and you breathe it.
