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,
Could care less.
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.