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A Grand Journey
On the Pilgrim’s Way.
I am a pilgrim;
Clothed in a flowing tunic;
Carrying the light of my desk lamp;
Seeking a path.
And journey to find a Kingdom;
That holds a great golden Treasure.
Filled with —
Words.
I began my pilgrimage at seven years old;
When I discovered my love of words;
Birthed in my spirit before conception.
Words of energy and strength;
True love and hope.
Somewhere along the way, though, I lost my words.
Considering I locked most away, forgotten.
Because of pain and sorrow.
Now, I am seeking them again.
My feet have stepped back on the pilgrim’s narrow way;
Calling my words forth;
Opening the gate of their prison.
Like Lazarus, I want to resurrect my words;
Fill their lungs;
With life.
Come, my children;
Populate my thoughts;
With your power.
To lift up mine eyes;
Gaze toward that mark;
Of my high calling —
To be a writer.
