Turn your ears my friend
turn them and hear his word
he speaks

his whispers commanding
and his word emboldening

Dare not lay eyes onto him
because he sees all
he watches

his vantage point high
and his stare loving

Speak onto him
ask him your queries
for he knows much
and yet, answers little
because the best answer
was within you all along

he gives himself willingly
a bearer for your pains,
an avenue for your worries.
They follow in his footsteps,
and climb up on his shoulders
to be calmed by his touch

As those wheels stopped turning
elsewhere others started spinning.
Just as when the night sets in
elsewhere it is morning..