The Stranger

Into the night he whispers

Stranger from another realm

Shrouding form so sweetly familiar

Apparition from youth I once touched

Into my mind he whispers

Stranger from another realm

Unfolding path swathes my awkward steps

Only moving forward matters now

Into my soul he whispers

Stranger from another realm

Drawing me towards immortality

I sense a presence not of this earth

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Often The Stranger visits us in childhood when our hearts believe before our eyes see. Like blindfolded children swinging at a candy-packed piñata, someone connects and those around hear the rush of fallen treasure. The compulsion to pull off the blindfold seems so natural in those innocent moments.

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Photo Credit: Elya Filler

Yet as we age, cynicism settles in our minds and souls, and we lose touch with The Stranger. It becomes difficult to explain the divine courtship with someone who has forgotten The Stranger’s whispers once heard in childhood.

Until an epiphany graces spiritual apathy.

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When the pursued senses the pursuer’s inexplicable draw, an entirely new dialogue begins.

Although the person might not yet have words to describe the experience, a compulsion to move towards The Stranger and embark upon their journey together begins.

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