Pilgrim Path

This blog is the work of a seeker and poet. Walking stick in hand, I head out into the world, not of the world, but in the world. My words and my friends carry me along and light the pilgrim path of spiritual journeys.

Friday, July 14, 2006


Two easy chairs, glasses of wine,
shoes cast off, a gentle time
present for one another.
This gathering feels closer to His truth
than the wide open spaces
in Man’s temple.

No church, no steeple,
look inside, where are all the people?
Don’t recall reading about neckties
or sling-back pumps
in the book of Acts.

Sit down across from me,
let me softly look in your eyes
and I’ll listen
as you tell me your story
of how you came to be.
What are your dreams? What are your pains?
What gives you strength
to wake up each day
and courage
to go to sleep each lonely night
or to tell a stranger your dreams?


Anonymous Yeti said...

This one's a keeper, Rich. I still say you've got to read some James Kavanaugh poetry. You are evoking a very similar spirit...

2:19 PM  

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