My friend’s walk to Santiago, one step at a time.
Walking To Santiago
We start a journey without ever knowing
Where the road will end,
Or what we there may find;
The land rolls out and shapes with every step
A novel contour
In the heart and mind.
I am a shell, but know not what I hold,
Until the winding path reveals
Myself unto myself;
Uncovering the fault lines of the man
I think I am, or hope to be:
In the shadow lies the wealth.
We walk, and hope, and persevere;
We ache and sweat,
And shed familiar skin;
And all we know encompassed by
One foot in front, and then the other,
Safely gathered in
The swinging incense, soaring voice
Crown the heavy miles
With sacred sound and smell;
The journey has unfolded of itself
A gift to me,
And all again is well..
When one walks with intent, towards a goal, then the unexpected can happen…
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