The Quest – Alan Gerard

The Quest


He walked deep burdened .

prayed for light

until he found a door

that opened to his needs that night.


He swayed before he sat,

worn threadbare thin his soul ,

now speechless .


Ten fingers were my means to find

identity  : the thumb signed A ,

the little finger E , the other twenty – two

spelled out address of John .


Still I knew not why he walked so far that night

from wife or family or friends .


When next we met around his fire

night’s pilgrimage was clear :

a slate wiped clean by Lord above .

His deep down clear desire :

be reconciled with kith and kin

to freely follow pilgrim’s ways

in Christian company .


Alan Gerard