Written for my Ada,
I love you for being you,
an honest, loving, and giving father
Upon a long and narrow road a man journeyed far to lands unknown.
This man was called He who walked and never did you see Him stop.
The first of Lands was mean and dark, it had no soul, it had no heart,
But He who walked was not afraid, He kept on straight with love not faint.
The people there grew great with fear and called to gods of ancestral years,
“Help, a demon has come this way, give us the means to send him away.”
Within the center of the town He beckoned all to gather round.
None to help had come to them who called on idols in great sin.
Speaking loud with words of love, they fixed their eyes on things above.
Now the land His love, it changed, to sunny days, its soul was saved.
They cried with thanks from their new hearts and watched him on the road to part.
The second of Lands was sad and blue it hadn’t a single flower in bloom.
But He who walked was filled with joy, He gave delight like one small boy.
Its people downcast could not understand, “What joy could fill this full grown man?”
Without a single moment lost He gave their questions answers sought.
“The dragon is dead, the girl is won, the King, he summons everyone.”
The land broke out in song and dance, the flowers bloomed and called them blessed.
To the courts they made their way with joyful cries of blessed days.
The third of Lands was up in arms and called to war the smallest harms.
He who walked dared not fret for peace was shared with all He met.
But then so happened a girl to meet a brute that shamed her with a beat,
And when our man was walking nigh the brute broke down and began to cry.
This brute controlled all tyranny of which the land for years had seen,
Yet when he glimpsed at He who walked, he couldn’t continue without a thought.
“How can you walk in such a land and hold such peace within your hands?”
He who walked could see distress upon his face and knew words best.
“Peace to you and the land you rule, sin no more don’t be a fool.”
With those words the land was freed, the brute became a kindly king.
The fourth of Lands had short a fuse, its patience thin or none to use.
Ill-tempered men would lose their mind when bother came unto their side.
He who walked did not get mad, he kept his calm in troubles had.
And unto him a boy sure came, “Oh please dear sir teach me your way.
My father is a blacksmith here who loses temper so I fear.
I do not want to be his son who grows up like a man undone.”
Then He who walked said, “Follow me, watch my steps and you will see.”
Soon enough the boy was changed and turned those eyes in curious vein.
One by one the land was born into a new and glorious form.
The Man who walked had gone by now, his work was done within the town.
The fifth of Lands was foul and cruel for in each heart unkindness ruled.
Pride had taken like a root and caused each one hateful dispute.
He who walked was good and kind, seeking to renew old minds.
But fear was thick and He a foe who dared to uproot pride, and so,
Unto He who walked they scorned and dared not open up their door,
Until a haggard woman found the kindness of a Man not bound,
By fear or pride or darker deeds, all on which unkindness feeds.
She had been a vicious soul where times of hurt had taken toll.
Now tired from innumerable years of spiteful living caused by tears,
He who walked was sure that man who led her into Freedom’s hand.
Then the land stood still in awe for she had been meanest of all.
“If she can change than so must we, it seems quite pleasant to be free.”
So kindness crept into the ground of ready soil, grace to found.
The sixth of Lands had many poor, widows, and orphans on its door.
They were not cared for by a bit not even for mere clothes that fit.
When He who walked stepped in their realm his heart was heavy as it fell.
For goodness was His heart’s desire it burned within his soul like fire.
He gave to widows service lacked and unto orphans love’s impact,
And to the people of the land he called them forth to take a stand.
“Search the goodness within your heart, call it for a brand new start.”
House by house good virtue spread, till all the land was clothed and fed.
The seventh of Lands: unfaithful, untrue, all of its children disloyally grew.
The fields untended, homes split apart, no faithful steward, no faithful heart.
He who walked carried one small seed to plant in the land of dishonesty.
For small though it be in its right time greater than all it grows, sublime.
Uneasy at first the land did feel to have in its soil a measure of zeal.
With Water and Light the seed grew strong till faithful children raised in song,
“Days of dark now gone away faithfulness our vow to stay.”
Never did this vow they break, now fields and homes no longer ache.
The eighth of Lands blazed fires of fierce, words like knives in hearts they pierced.
No sound gentle played their lips, nor keys of love their fingertips.
Many a wives knew no sin when disrespecting their gentlemen,
And children from their mothers rent, breaking bonds to cause offense.
Yet He who walked with Spirit in tune played those songs who Gentleness knew.
For music has the stronger beat to cast down savage beneath its feet.
And in a measure of time it began, the transformation of this land.
Day and night his music played and to the beat the Land sure swayed,
To new sounds that did not wrench the heart in half or cause it flinch.
By the end of these steady beats was composed a great masterpiece.
Every member plays its part to produce this new and glorious art.
The ninth of Lands lacked self-control and every pleasure took its toll,
From lust to speech, food, and drink, never did they mind the breach.
Rough cut lads like Kieran Flynn always had his pints of ten,
And afterwards he never failed to scream and yell and raise up hell,
Till one dark night in early June there wasn’t even half a moon.
He who walked down dark a street upon a man so badly beat,
Picked him up, the battered soul, to carry home and nurse till whole.
Every morn new healing came through body, spirit, mind, the same.
When this man was well again he said, “My name is Kieran Flynn.
You saved my life and gave my spirit purpose and now all will hear it.”
Kieran grew great and spoke to many, watering the land with words of plenty.
So every lad heard story true and in the center new life grew.
Now the time at last arrived for He who walked, His spirit revive
From death of flesh to life above, soon He would depart His blood
The rhythm of His well trained feet ceased upon the path once beat.
He lay down in pastures green and in that moment His soul was free,
Upon the mountain in the west now all alone His body rests.
Not one eye was there to sight the man who gave his life to fight,
But on that hour in every land the sky turned dark crimson red.
Heaven opened up their arms to welcome home a precious charm.
And never did one soul forget that Man who walked his life to live.