Pilgrimage

I have rested for a while, my pilgrimage nearly at its end

I constantly seek a connection, my spirit searching for meaning

 

But often I feel as though I have just missed you

In reaching for you it's as if I am trying too much

 

You come to me at the point of stillness,

Often when I turn around to say goodbye

 

And then I see your glory and inspiration

And marvel that I did not see you before

 

But I was not looking in the right places

Because you were always there beside me

 

It is as though we have to stop to start

And the pilgrimage just opens our heart

 

 

This beautiful detail of a Stained Glass Window in Glynde Church, Sussex, UK of St.Peter’s resting feet made me think of those who undertake a difficult pilgrimage, some going barefoot all the way, and the dedication it takes to do this. Not only that, it was the fact that these feet looked so vulnerable. And this is the meaning of pilgrimage, to make ourselves open and receptive to what thoughts or guidance that might come. It is the journey, rather than the destination that is often important.

 

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