The spiritual hitch-hiker
Unaware of the Source within
Depending on the prayers of others
Always drifting from circumstance to problem.
The spiritual hitch-hiker
Unaware of the authority given
In constant fear
Of the coming storm
Afraid of the lack of shelter
Vulnerable in the open.
The spiritual hitch-hiker
Waiting for the external to be the answer
A victim of the the road
Without a licence to drive themself
Too busy going nowhere...
A van with plenty of room in the back
Offers a lift
The shining driver offers to carry the baggage
'Put it in the back, and leave it to me'
The driver then offers a sparkling drink
Offers the honeyed bread,
But the tourist struggles with the free gifts
Even tries to pay a fare
Then asks to be dropped off at the next landmark
The driver consents to the spiritual hitch-hiker.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem