“Not all those who wander are lost.”
-J. R. R. Tolkien

wanderer
storm-battered, unconsoled
if you can hear me
don’t lose hope
don’t grow weary of your life
of unanswered questions
filling volumes
in the library of your mind
here’s to you
and to your wanderings
to your questions without answers
and to every night you’ve lain awake
and wondered
here’s to your heart
lovely and lonely for love
depth on deepness
leaving you unfilled
asking
wandering
sealing you
against settling for second-best
dream,
dream hard
dream daring
nothing less than everything
you were made for
putting your best dreams to shame
a change in your name
turning aimless
into zealous
and blessed
he who asks because he knows
he does not know
blessed the wonder, wandering
holy the lost and lonely
storm-battered, unconsoled
there is more than
you can see
if you can hear me
don’t give it all up for lost