Myselfalone Poem by Frederick Nellist

I am a guest of fields and open spaces
I live in a house not yet built
Not beholden to beggar or king
Never harbouring feelings of guilt
A brothers keeper, I don't lend a thought
My worldly goods add up to naught.

I've cultured this life, a man of the road
My feet measures distance between hills
Always a place not stood before
Never confronted by a locked door
I heed only the word of God
It is he that shows the way.