PILGRIM to PILGRIM
Within the stretch of any day
We are controlled by nature’s cast.
Watching the boughs and branches sway
As southwest wind soon finds its blast.
With petals from the final rose
Like spattered blood upon the field,
No good striking my normal pose
Against such force, I can but yield.
Take shelter in preparation
In cave or barn I am alone.
Quite alone in meditation,
I bless the strength of rock and stone.
My armour I put on at will
A change from following the plough
Not that I am about to kill
Protection is the purpose now.
This armour was not made from plough
It is my faith in all I do.
Once proud to stand upon the prow
I ride the wave, one of the few.
In conscience, this is all inside
So conscious of the Trinity.
Body, mind and soul resides,
Ever the quest: Divinity.
The wave of hate that smothers all
Will drown us all unless put out.
Mankind is deaf to hear the call
Unconscious of the new redoubt.
Community calls must be heard,
Last retreat is lying within.
Mankind is not one of the herd
Carries the power, not out but in.
The power is deep and rises slow
It must be called through ages old.
Wisdom may come as we all grow
Writings tell through many a fold.
Only if we read with vision,
Words from wise and ancient sages.
Those who believe they know, will shun
As was done through countless ages.
Some doubt what keeps us together,
Why don’t we fly like spreading shot?
Trying to avoid the weather
Wanting cool from a boiling pot?
Life is full of impossibles,
Should we kick, so, against the pricks?
We must go with the possibles,
Practice all wise, and well found tricks.
The armour, faith, is on for good
Protection strong for me and you
Dancing with me through wave and wood
We are the dance of life we two
The life we live is what we choose
It’s only ours, none may gainsay
Some having their say, may refuse
It’s their choice to choose their own way.
It keeps us against all such ends
A force which holds the universe,
Keeps us in our own positions
Proof against power of any curse.
Keeps each planet in its orbit
Force for good is all our passion,
Grace of God we cannot forfeit
It’s the force of our compassion.
Hanukah & the Angel