To those that read the Traveler series and thought "that's it?" it took a lot of time for the inspiration to come and put that final end point and this is it, after...nothing its needed there to say...

Dedicated to George J Carrol



Never reaching the far horizon
no matter for how long he walks,
playing with him hide and seek
keeps pulled away by the world,
with a silence broken by a scream
asking, “where are thou my Lord!”

He buried himself down the sands
because searching, he was no more,
and gave his body to the vipers
and the desert’s many scorpions,
the sun was high but there was dark
death have no pity and no remorse.

Once, in a not so faraway land was
a man named Lazarus inside a tomb,
he didn’t scream “where are thou!”
he just exhaled and his eyes closed,
and that was it, eternity beginnings,
until Lazarus was raised by the Son.

Sand dunes moving by the winds
can wipe suddenly a blinding storm
threading camels thru needle’s eyes
with the faith it have of its own force,
the buried Travelers in those sands
will only leave there bleached bones.

Until the One that never was deaf,
blew the sands over Traveler’s tomb
and saw that the owner of questions
raised by the command of His voice,
looked the new resurrected in the eyes
and He said, “Here I am, your Lord”

The Traveler falling on his knees
had heard at last the voice of God,
to be with Him a passage of death
was necessary, he now understood
God was always at his foolish side
during all the searches for his God.

Everyone, of resurrection, is worth.