Pilgrimage

Snow crunches underfoot

As I make my way inside.

Silent hall, purring cat

I sit to wait, with hands clasped

In my lap.

The creak of the door

Breaks the quiet air.

And a dark robed figure

Approaches with a smile

Behind a long white beard.

Candles are burning

The icons glowing

He speaks with kindness and

Wisdom is in his eyes.

I feel comforted.

Pale winter light makes the window aglow

As the glint of a tear

Streams down my face.

He listens to my heart,

My burden to share-

Cold wooden floor

Rubbing against my knees,

I peer through the candlelight

And behold the Blessed Virgin

In extreme humility...

Prayers usher forth,

Forgiveness at hand,

A path of repentance begun,

The weight of the years,

At last becoming undone.

©2010 ALT

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