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.

Saturday, July 21, 2007


Rumor has it that honeybees leave the county
when they hear a hint of Karin's voice
on the wind. Soft but strong; think Annie Oakley
with a guitar whose strings will pierce your heart.

Butterscotch boots barely visible
under yards of an old Mexican skirt.
She strides to the microphone as if born
in a trunk on an old concert hall stage.

A quick sideways glance and a grin at old Hambone -
all the strength she needs to be on her way.
That first note a clarion to those who love
neither wisely nor well: time to break out the whis-kay.

Dispensing a balm to comfort us all
we're led on a tour of her considerable heart.
With assurance that grace and time always heal,
she sends us back to our world a little more whole.


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