Thoughts of a Pilgrim...

I, like a tired weary pilgrim, Trudge this earth, these stony paths so grim. Seeking, with ponderous wandering steps, Salvation from a marauding death.

I, like a penitent prodigal son, Cling to the fading final notes of my long lost song Hoping that someday, somewhere within this earthly dome, I may find the beaten path that will lead home.

I seek a hidden ledge on which to leave my heartfelt plea; Some place where my bloodied sacrifice I can leave. Where my guilt ridden heart can find peace and be held Close to my father, speaking words only he must hear.

All I can offer are my bleeding blistered feet; These trembling lisping lips ravaged by a dusty mist, Cracked by the raging vengeance of the northern wind And led astray by the quivering of a deluded mind.

I, like a weary tired son, Trudge this earth, these winding paths so long. Seeking, with weary wandering steps, Forgiveness for an undying guilt.