A Question for Wanderers

 

Where 

do the young and restless roam when no place is claimed as home? 

               Do

they wander as the unbonded must until a cohort earns their trust? 

                                 You

can't tell them how to live, how to love, what to keep or give,

                                                           so GO

on your own way because you cannot look in their soul and say: 

I understand the pain you suffered At the many hands

Of people who entered your life with stone-hearted evil. 

                                    The End 

of their journey is not in sadness, not on a hospital gurney 

Fighting for breath, or in a needle, bottle, or blade. 

Of 

all the endings picked out, given to God for rendering

    The 

one He chooses for the lost and lonely leads away from abuses. 

      Each   Day

They choose to walk with Christ, they are drawn into the light.