Walking Home Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching him walking slowly along the narrow dirt road that
he helped make, going so slow, not caring too much if he
ever reaches his destination.

There are a lot of things to see on this road, most of
them material things that people just have to have to be
better or act better than their friends and relatives.

But he never sees them, he is blind to things that most
people want, finding joy and happiness in things that aren't
there, things that are not material, but spiritual, going
out of his way to find them.

Wearing his home on his back, having other people's friend-
ship for food, the universe for family and has God to guide
him.

Heaven is his goal, that's why he doesn't see anything bad
in people, that's why he doesn't want or care for material
things.

Staying in his shell not caring to emerge from it - except
to lend a helping hand to someone who needs help.

Why does he get so much satisfaction from helping others?
How does he live in his own little world by himself and
yet have everyone in the world as his best friend?

People don't understand a person when they love and care
about everyone.

Knowing him though from within, he'll stay in his shell
forever and won't mind what society thinks.

It's what he feels that makes a difference.