Pilgrim

I'm tracing my thoughts as I go along.
My feet aren't treading, but falling;
soft at once upon the Earth
Of another time, and another place:

Where God calls his children home,
From the dusty crags and the misshapen forms
That find them broken down,
To live as higher beings & brighter lights:

And my soul’s an opening flower,
Growing upon the wisened earth;
Where the living water breathed first breath,
To be cast down upon the hearth:

Where the scars are clear for all to see
Where God forgives and rescues me
From the blood-filled crag & misshapen form
That packed his bags and fled from home.

And I'm tracing my thoughts as I go along.
I reach a beach, a solitude
And step at once upon the earth
of another time, and another place.

...Marking footsteps in the sand
As the tide sweeps every band
Of shoreline across the stretch of beach
To hide our gnarled defeated feet.
© Ephraim M Luwemba