He Walked (Poem)
Down from the hills where clouds drank snow
He walked into the dust of men
He walked while temples chimed and mosques called
Through narrow alleys of old cities
He walked
With silence deeper than a well
With eyes that held forgotten skies
He walked across scriptures
Layered like ancient soil
Papyrus, leaf, and carved stone
Words spoken when fire was worshipped
He walked with sandals worn
By waiting—
The kind that thickens blood with longing
He walked where the river split
And tribes told stories of the One
Who would come riding lightning
And sleep among shepherds
He walked into books that never aged
He walked into verses etched in gold
He fulfilled them like rain
Falling on parched lips
One by one, each line
Bloomed where He passed
He walked into hearts that had carved
A space for Him
Before they even knew His name
He walked through fire circles and five-pointed stars
Through crescent moons and thorned crowns
He walked among those who doubted
And those who knew from the tremble of their bones
He walked not as a storm
But as the stillness after it
He walked not to be followed
But to awaken feet
He walked across 5,000 years of breath
Held in a single promise
He walked until time bowed
And space made room
For the form of the formless
He walked
So earth could remember heaven
And heaven could taste dust
