To a Pilgrim
Nov 4 · 1 min read
One must be abounding
In circling spheres of Hope
Pursuing then and finding
Much we trusted is just smoke
The lesson for the journeyman
Is mortal things must die
What’s left clasped by open hand
Is purer, sacred Life
Shared, yet special — all to you
Is every twist and turn
My friend and pilgrim — you must choose
To love, and live, and learn
~KJ

