Poems of Pilgrimage
Pilgrims
Pilgrims to the Promised Land;
Will their journey sink in sand?
Stories shared along the way
Following what the signposts say.
Or do we wander on our own
By shifting breezes quickly blown?
Escaping from those ties that bind;
Pressures that confuse the mind.
Pilgrims never know their route;
Only God's directions now will suit.
Prodigals, frightened, far from home;
Through the land of giants they will roam.
Timid, forgotten refugees
In tiny boats and stormy seas;
Cared for by God in all His grace;
Guided to a safer place.
Stranger, pilgrims, friends and brothers
Denying self and serving others.
We share this journey, me and you
Finding God's directions to be true.
