An Advocate is He

i had the first and the fifth part of this written on a piece of paper and figured i would fill in the rest.

His steps have tread the crooked path,

Surpassing a passive notion that lines cannot suffice.

So listen now for the tremulous vibrations
For he walks with purpose along the dusty road.

Approaching with the migrating flocks,

Scores of birds understood within his walk.




As miles unknown withstand beneath his soles,

Travesties tirelessly extinguish by his foot and deed. 

So listen gently to what he mouths,

For inaudible prods shall save your life.

He who has seen your calloused road,

Crossed with intent, He now sees you.





Match his gaze, receive the words
That float with the countless wings.

Rise up from the curb, find your own feet
Whose strength permeate your being.

He passes now with purpose more.
As you walk once more, towards the other way.