Down the center line he walks alone,
A path of emptiness, a street unknown.
Sunrise calls him, valley in view,
Between two mountains, skies of blue.
Left and right, crowds gather near,
Gazing at the sojourner, curious, clear.
Non-believers on the left, a puzzled lot,
Some surprised, some hostile, some cannot spot
The truths in scripture, ancient and wise,
Connec…
