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.

Monday, April 02, 2007


Gently, like waves, my memory recedes
from the shore and I struggle with your name,
your face. Some days are like high tide; it’s all
so simple, but then the gray clouds move in.

But I’ll always remember your sweet touch,
those long, slender fingers intertwining
with mine, as we walked along the bright beach.
I may not know you, but please stay by my side.


Blogger Sheila West said...

This is so beautiful. Very haunting and sad.

9:28 AM  

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