I put on pilgrim’s shoe
On a journey to prove
That we are free to move
Closer to the truth
Like a balm to soothe
The heart bearing a bruise
Standing on the edge with one breath, left to choose
To take one more step
A leap of faith, a drop of hope
Seeing I’m not at the end
Of the rope/ choak-ing out another breath
Never knowing how much is left… for…
The path ahead,
The journey we must tread
For the hands and feet
That have already bleed
Of the bridegroom to whom we are wed
Fed… by bread… and wine, the fruit of the vine
For in this moment this life is not wholly mine
We see a sign… every time…
I move forward… or wait
I remember that he died for our sake.
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This poem I wrote in Italy as one of our writing assignments.
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