One Way Is A Way
Searching North, East, South, and West
To the North I look—isn’t this the way?
If you’re ever lost, go North they say.
So North I go, until I can go no more
Before me stands the oceans door
So East I go
Like the praying Jew
Towards East I flow
Hoping for a sign as I pray with faith
East I go with the Sun on my face
Alas!
The heat turns me around
South I stand
I march on until I’m found
Surely this is the way
Endurance encourages
And I march on with vigor
Until I run into a land where I’m only known as a Nigger
Ethical debates I don’t have to engage in
For the heart is spoiled and no hope is there
So with a deep sigh, my hope lingers
Yes it grows dim
But there it is nevertheless
So I fast and pray and then I head West
Along this path I go
Naive like the child
Looking, searching, watching for the path that leads to the city with firm foundations, whose architect and builder is God.
“I am a stranger with Thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.”
