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.

Thursday, September 11, 2008


I will sit here
and you will stay
behind your solid door.
I will wait for you patiently,
sure that you cannot see
my eager eyes, hear
my pounding heartbeat, taste
my anticipation, feel
my trembling legs.
The doorknob turns slowly
and I hear you speak:
“C’mon, let’s go for a walk.”
You are my Master
and You always know
the words I long to hear.

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

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Anonymous Robert said...

How true!

9:57 PM  
Anonymous Abbey of the Arts said...

Rich, I could feel the embodied anticipation in this poem. Thanks so much for your offering!

11:37 AM  
Blogger John said...

Wasn't there a voice in the recent past that said something like, "let's go for a walk/take my hand"?

I may be dreaming.

Great poem, Rich!

3:25 PM  

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