The Walker – Lent Fourteen

Michael Vincent Manalo

Michael Vincent Manalo

One can immediately tell
He is a walker
That long stride
with the balancing arms
stretched out antiphonally
Hand reaching out to the pull
even as foot reaches
cross-wards to the pace
He fairly flows on the air
And his face
set on some distant goal
soul’s eyes locked
on a prize only he
will recognize
The eagle circling above
The doe watching from the wood
The salmon swimming off the shore
All are aware of him
as he is of them
Yet without self-consciousness
without self-appreciation
The labor of his love
as he strides in long breaths
is to gather the world
tree & sky & mountain & sea
and every living thing there may be
to gather all things in his heart
And in the end
to deliver all things
whole & home
to God


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to The Walker – Lent Fourteen

  1. Cheryl says:

    You’ve plumbed the depths of a pedestrian occupation and found treasure. Great job.


  2. you are truly amazing


  3. ~meredith says:

    Words fail to express the tears being swept home as I read these words again, and again.
    With gratitude, Meredith.

    Liked by 1 person

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