The tale of He

It's just like him
To stray from us
From everything
To face the inevitable.

Nothing in his path
No one to call out and stop him
From going on and on
To let him rest

This is his tale
For only those who seek it
Just as he seeks what he calls
He calls out to us.

Although no one can hear him,
No one can see or feel him.
Or really understand him,
So he is alone.

He trust that some days they will find him
Or he goes for them
Trapped in some and never allowed out.
Quite tragic.

Some doubt him and question
Whether it is sanity or marvel.
Some never know
So they never undergo him.

Some may have seen him
And write their experience
Whether it pleasant or torture,
Regret or life-changing.

He is never at rest,
And his stories never fade.
He changes the lives of the ordinary
And he kindles the heart.

For no matter who he touches
They will then see him,
Know of his calling
And know of his name.

He is love.