Posted 17 February 2007on:
I decided to google my “name” the Wayfarer, and not surprisingly this is something that many have used over the centuries. The image of the wayfarer, the sojourner, the traveller, is one that appeals to so many. Our lives are just one big journey, with a constant quest for the Truth, whatever that may be. For each that journey may manifest itself in different ways. Here are some things that I found that others have said about that journey.
“The Wayfarer” by Stephen Crane
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
“Ha”, he said,
“I see that none has passed here
In a long time.”
Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
“Well,” he mumbled at last,
“Doubtless there are other roads.”
“The Wayfarer” by Padriac H. Pearse
The beauty of the world hath made me sad,
This beauty that will pass;
Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy
To see a leaping squirrel in a tree,
Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk,
Or little rabbits in a field at evening,
Lit by a slanting sun,
Or some green hill where shadows drifted by
Some quiet hill where mountainy man hath sown
And soon would reap; near to the gate of Heaven;
Or children with bare feet upon the sands
Of some ebbed sea, or playing on the streets
Of little towns in Connacht,
Things young and happy.
And then my heart hath told me:
These will pass,
Will pass and change, will die and be no more,
Things bright and green, things young and happy;
And I have gone upon my way