The Wanderer

The Wanderer has far to go.

And each new horizon brings a new path to follow.

By the brook by the bridge by the dividing of the ways he rest awhile in thought and prays. He prays for his hopes and for the hopes of those whom he loves and who love him. And he prays for the world.

But what have we here? By his rucksack there lies a quiver and a bow.

'Amor Vincit Omnia'.

Words we have heard before: 'Love Conquers All'.

So who is this winged child in disguise, all alone in his fine jacket and garters?

For where is he bound and why?

Can you not guess?

Why - this is cupid: abroad once more at the bidding of Diana. Again to creep upon those folk who least suspect and to lose an arrow to their hearts. He it is who spreads the Love that none can resist.

This love he spreads - is he a force for good or is it a trail of havoc he leaves in his wake?

Who can say - perhaps it is both.

But one thing is for sure in this uncertain world: 'Amor Vincit Omnia'.