LAUDS IN CHIMAYO
Mourning doves coo on the tin roof
of the old santuario
as I sit on a rough-hewn pew,
staring at my tortured saviour,
praying that these sounds comfort Him
just as He comforts me.
posted by Pilgrim Path | 8:26 AM
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.
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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
1 Comments:
Beautiful poem and image Rich, I have been enjoying the fruits of your retreat, just haven't had as much time to comment with my own preparations for upcoming pilgrimage.
Blessings to you, Christine
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