A voice whispered in the night
And with assuring command bid me leave
I adamant continued my sleep
And in the quiet of dawn
A Churning whirlwind passed by
Nothing remains of my hut.
Now I wander in the woods
Enjoying odor of fresh pine
Spilling dew off flowers
Now I wander the grazing fields
Waking the little shepherd boy
Who has fallen fast asleep
On the back of a grazing ox
Now I wander in desolate homesteads
Receiving alms of food and drink
And back on my way again
Undressing the cob in haste
Just to savour it a grain per mile.
So I’ll wander on riding on kindness,
Till I have built a warm hut in every heart,
For all wanderers coming after.
Then the churning whirlwind will come again
And clear all sorrows away
Then the whisper in the night
Will call me back home.
PS; Illustration is a picture yours truly hehe.