A poem by a Wandering Lightworker

"Wanderer" written about lightworkers in my Junior year of high school in 2003.

*How funny, I didn't know what my mission was. I ended up writing the poem about my own future: my own destiny.
Ironic isn't it?*

"Wanderer"
As the sunset comes to life,
One must wonder
why there is such strife
in the world, in hearts yonder.

As the shrouded wanderer named Fate
embarks on his journey through time,
traversing the ashes of a world in time
wonders if he should continue;
How telling! Is all truly lost?

Must one be prescient to know;
to know that Adam's destiny is tortuous?
No! To know that man is full of enmity is to start knowing himself!
Must history be repeated? Ashes to ashes - dust to dust?

Must all heralds descend from the heavens;
Extending our souls to the sky,
to one another;
Hope speaks. Heralds proclaim
that Serenity is nigh!