In our culture there are a band of leaderless warriors who traverse land and sea in search of destiny to be fulfilled.  They are unorthodox in their pursuit of God and are propelled by an unquenchable thirst of which the ordinary will not suffice. The lovers of tradition – of the false sense of security – see them as unstable and even aimless.  However, these warriors know themselves to be secure, steadfast and fearless. They are however, in need of a few things; love and hugs along the way.     The leaderless Warrior, Hurt Abused Sometime confused, Could care less.   Slighted, Judged, Pepper rubbed on open wound That doeth not heal. Ignited by images of the past That refuses to fade Comes up like finger in throat fast. You need to be logged in to see this part of the content. Please Login to access....