The Wanderer's Prayer

I know not where I'm going,

Nor from whence I came,

I only know that I'm going,

And nothing e'er will be the same.

I need to hear the seasons change

And taste both night and day;

To smell the odd, the droll, the strange,

Feel all the wind must say.

I need to see the music flow

Through each and every stream;

Hear the path's soft earthen glow,

And catch each and every dream.

See all there is to see, I must,

Ken all there is to ken;

Feel all there is from love to trust

And taste both now and then.

Walk and wander, rarely stop -

Forever I will run;

Spinning always like a top

Until Thy will be done.

A wander-lust have I at heart,

And with it I must tread,

Until my life is snapped apart

Like a thin and silken thread.

No matter how far I'll ever go,

No matter what I do,

There's something else I need to know -

Something I need from You.

Not clothing will I ask of You,

Nor spoon, knife, fork, nor dish;

Not pencil, paper, pen, nor give

Aught but a simple wish:

I do not wish to walk alone,

So someone with me there must be -

Not Mr. Kent, Trapp, or Malone,

But please, Lord,
You Lord,
Walk with me.