It was more than wisdom
The man possessed.
You enter his space
His presence greets you
Even before he enters the room.
There is a hushed silence
Whispers go round
Expectations and past tales
Of prophecy and revelation.
A crude drum beats,
The room is hushed
The bearded man enters and we stare
In wonder that this is the one
The man we have travelled so far to see
Looking like any other person off the street.
But it’s his eyes that draw us in.
He sits and looks down on us
Then smiles shyly
And looks at me.
His head tilts slightly to one side as he begins
Regaling me with my life.
I am embarrassed
As it’s been one of constant impurity
Lust and desire.
‘The road to love,’ he says ‘is tricky
You have encountered so many obstacles,
Things that got in the way
Leaving you floundering in loneliness.
Have faith you know there is one
Whose path is as rocky as yours
But whose heart beats in time with you.
Patience is more than a virtue
It can and will drive you mad
But worth the effort
As is the one your heart goes out to.’
He smiled at me
My heart swelled,
I wanted to flee that place
Relate my experience.
For the first time in so long
I felt hope.