We are pilgrims on the way
A winding down is our lives;
roots deepen as the limbs and foliage
slowly wear down and are let go of;
our vitality and beauty traded for something else;
a look of being worn out from the journey,
seeing the end but still taking that one step,
then another, until no steps are possible,
then perhaps there is waiting,
just being, even if it can be a painful process,
so much in life is filled with hurting,
yet we just take that step,
whether it is an outer movement
or the promptings of the soul;
as pilgrims we are moving towards that point
when all must be let go of,
and our journey continues in ways yet unknown.
roots deepen as the limbs and foliage
slowly wear down and are let go of;
our vitality and beauty traded for something else;
a look of being worn out from the journey,
seeing the end but still taking that one step,
then another, until no steps are possible,
then perhaps there is waiting,
just being, even if it can be a painful process,
so much in life is filled with hurting,
yet we just take that step,
whether it is an outer movement
or the promptings of the soul;
as pilgrims we are moving towards that point
when all must be let go of,
and our journey continues in ways yet unknown.
