Dedicated to the journey facing an 18 year old man
by Tony Kearney, Ireland
When all the talking’s finished,
When all the deeds are done,
When all the problems are sorted,
When all the battles are won.
When all opinions are exhausted,
When all the songs are sung,
When every invention’s been invented,
When every bell’s been rung.
When every play’s been acted,
When every note’s been played,
When every help’s been offered,
When everything’s been made.
When there’s nothing else to reach for,
When there’s nothing else to do,
When nothing else is needed,
Where on Earth do you find you?
It’s not in doing more or less,
That lives the way to be.
The only journey left to take,
Is the long one back to me.
So shall I take that first big step,
If needs be on my own.
But something deep inside me,
Knows that I am not alone.
For on that pilgrim’s journey,
The lost are bound to find,
Not nothing meeting nothing,
But something, of same kind.