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.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008


Wasn’t time for church yet,
but I knew I needed to be there.
Nearing the heavy wooden doors,
I shook the dirt and dust from my shoes.
Slowly making my way up the aisle,
I stopped and gently bowed at the waist.
Took my usual seat, front row right
so I could lean against the adobe wall.
The cool clay soothing me,
putting me in mind of the dirt
and dust of my soul -
and the life breathed into me long ago.
I come here and feel
connected to the earth,
and to the water
mixed with dirt that put a skin
on this church,
this Body of Christ.
Now through this simple act
of being with my God,
I understand deeply:
He called me here.
I listened, I breathed,
I ate, I drank, I answered,
and that made all the difference.

(dedicated on this special day to Buck - "drink deeply, brother")

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Anonymous Buck said...

Thanks, Rich. I "know" exactly what you wrote. And yes, it makes all the difference.

10:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, Thanks! Your words bring with them a hallowed-ness. My usual seat these days is in sanctuaries under the sky, in my study, on a forest path. Yes, through our coming, we do understand . . . the voice that calls and our answering. The deep that calls unto deep.

3:06 PM  
Blogger Rich said...

thanks, aselah for the kind words and welcome to the path...

7:10 PM  

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