The Man With No Name

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"The Man With No Name"

by: Wes Robert Ward

It was many and many years ago in a land long forgotten that I came across an old man traveling on an ancient road of constant woe.

Not no ordinary road, I must say in this ill-begotten day, but a road worn with graceful age. Built upon the sand and ground, built with blood and sweat and death.

And so, yes, I guess as I looked upon this road to nowhere\u2026 could I be, maybe, walking on the graves of the buried dead so Kings and Queens could travel in luxury? Such a probability I suppose. Sadly, like a garden of old tarred black roses of vanity beauty, where life was a brisk trot and stroll, and the soil beneath the road is the slaves of sorrowed souls.

And now I stand upon the road that stretched from land to land, sand upon sand, looking at this old ancient man. Yes, this old ancient man who appeared out of nowhere on this somewhere road to nowhere.

The man with no name.

The man upon the road was old himself, almost old as time began. And as I came upon him I noticed something odd\u2026 he wore nothing more than a red colored over robe along a brown under robe and a multi colored waist sash to bound himself from the heat of the desert and the cold of the night.

Such a sight as this, I must comprehend so lightly for I felt somewhat taken aback by a mirage that wasn't a mirage, yet a man wise beyond his golden years, or so it appears.

The man with no name.

I asked to not offend, "Have you traveled far, my friend?"

The old man replied, "More than you have known. Across seas and mountains, and across deserts and wilderness, as far as any eyes could see, young one. And yet such a sea as red as blood, I have crossed with many, crossed this desert a thousand times and more. Climbed the highest peak and beheld such heavy burden, a burden that I'd hold a thousand times twice over\u2026 one to ten which should never be broken, and I have spoken."

I asked to no contend, "Is there no such end, my friend?"

The old man said, "No, just a beginning. We are just simple pages in the book of life, worn with age and wisdom. Though the sands of time will cause us to succumb, we must believe before we become. Mortality is just the stones we step upon within our humanity and the wind is our written words, in time it is taken away with great care by the youth of this world we call Earth."

I replied as I wanted to pry, "I see you traveled far and wide, and yet you are still traveling? Is there no road you have walked too far? Is there no mountain you have not crossed with hardship? Is there no desert, nor ocean, nor wilderness, or whatsoever that you have not endeavoured?"

The old man took a nod, even tapped his old wooden walking staff like a mighty rod, "I have seen all the wonders of the world, and yet there are much more to discover. These old eyes have seen dreams come alive, have seen the beauty within the beholder, though nightmares too, and yet seen such love in life that one might want to live a thousand times twice over."

I asked, no perhaps almost pleaded, "Can I see what you have seen? Dream upon dream, it sounds so peacefully serene."

The old man walked up to me and placed an old ancient bible in my hands, "First you must see before you believe, then and only then will you see. Even those that were so blind, saw again in the end. Begin at one word, end with the last\u2026 enlightenment will be your reward."

Already explored, yet still unexplored, I looked down at the old ancient bible in my hands as the old man walked pass going with the desert wind, and I felt a power from within, within that bible. One that made me feel good inside and quite able. I opened the bible and a blinding white light came out and shined it's light upon my face, and suddenly to no acclaim, I knew the old man's name.

I turned around and cried out, "Moses?"

And the old man was gone. The man with no name. Gone, with the desert wind.

Gone, but not forgotten. As if he was never there, yet always here. I held the book, the only book I needed\u2026 and I walked the road to nowhere, yet I always knew it led to somewhere.

And though the vast desert wind blew to no timeless end, the man with no name, had a name.

The End. \ud83d\udcd6

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