Peregrinos

With you I've walked down matrimony's aisle, Ridden in a hearse's funeral train reeling, Danced down in a vale on summer's day while You wheeled round corners, walking for healing.

And we press on walking, no choice but to follow Where the numbers take us correcting as we go. How basal rates of meaning seemingly so shallow Translate into our arriving there? We simply do not know.

In the end we each shall walk benighted and alone Through the darkest valley -- the last road trod Having wandered through this wilderness far from home Found and led by our Albergue into spaciousness and broad

Opening into a field of stars where He shall lead the way Encircled in the hallowed rose of love and our eternal day.

(c) Randy Edwards