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.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


My body formed of clay from earth,
my bones from random rocks.
I yearn to feel the blush of sun,
the soaking rain, upon my face
and deep within my desert soul.
The love inscribed upon my heart
lies too within imperfect bones.
Hidden to protect weak flesh
from daggers of a mortal love.
I look to nature for eternal solace
for there I’ll find my rest,
my home.

(poem prompted by photograph taken by
and used with kind permission of
Christine Valters Paintner
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Anonymous Abbey of the Arts said...

beautiful words Rich, an offering filled with tenderness and ache and profound hope.

2:10 PM  
Blogger Mavis said...

This is so evocative Rich. Thank you!

7:01 PM  

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