The Journey
In sixty two years
of walking to discovery, today I find myself on the ancient rock road running
from Morelia to Jocotepec. Endless steps, wandering through space and time
occupying my mind with, the what and wherewith of all.
The shaded road
permits a vaquero astride his black caballo to approach as I walk . The vaquero
speaks through a smile with no teeth, "I see you wear boots but ride no
caballo."
“Si Senior,” I
answer the toothless smile under a sacred soiled sombrero, "all my
caballos have perished in my search." Then I offered this question, "Have
you seen me in your travels?"
The rider replied,
“many times I see you just as you disappear into the land."
“Then I am “there”
somewhere down the road,” I asked?
“Si, amigo you are
there makin’ dust,” the vaquero replied.
I asked the
vaquero his name, “cómo es usted llamó
mi amigo?”
The black horse
rider spoke, “Yo nombre is Jesus,”then he added, “When you find yourself down
the road, come back this way one more time.”
I bade my new
amigo, adios, and turned back to my journey.
The vaquero made the
sign of the blessing and spoke one last time, “I will be alli,” smiled the
toothless smile and disappeared down the road toward Morelia.
I whispered, “goodbye
Jesus, my friend, my savior,” and continued my search with a light step and a
smile.
M. Mercer 12/05
