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, March 31, 2008


Late at night, the sentinel grins
at its sculptor’s naïve folly,
thinking he could capture time
and achieve immortal glory.

The sentry resumes his task each night
after graveyard gates are locked,
giving lie to those who claim
“dead men tell no tales.”

Row by row they take their turn,
spinning yarns from lives well lived,
adding to the Book of Life
tales of courage, joy and pain.

Storytellers one and all,
in rhythm or in verse,
the old scribe nods while carving words,
into solid granite.

Years from now, my story, too
will find its way into this tome,
to join my fellow pilgrims there,
my story freed, I’ll rest at last.

(Inspired by photo taken by and used with permission of
Christine Valters Paintner @ www.abbeyofthearts.com. )

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Anonymous Abbey of the Arts said...

Another great contribution Rich, I am so glad your muse is inspiring you too! I love the image of nighttime stories being told and recorded in the cemetery and your story waiting to be written there too.

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Blogger ymp said...

I found you through Christine's Poetry Invitation and thoroughly enjoy your poetry.
Just wanted you to know.
Thank you for sharing.

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