A poem as we embark on the pilgrimage of Lent

To the Pilgrim

Set out!

You were born for the road
Set out!
You have a meeting to keep.
Where? With whom?
Perhaps with yourself.

Set out!

Your steps will be your words-
The road your song,
The weariness your prayers.
And at the end
Your silence will speak to you.

Set out!

Alone, or with others-
But get out of yourself!
You have created rivals-
You will find companions.
You envisaged enemies-
You will find brothers and sisters.

Set out!

Your head does not know
Where your feet are leading your heart.

Set out!

You were born for the road-
The pilgrim’s road.
Someone is coming to meet you-
Is seeking you
In the shrine at the end of the road-
In the shrine at the depths of your heart.

God is your peace.

God is your joy!
Go!
God already walks with you!

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