Pilgrims

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Verdant valleys stretch across
These seas of indignation
So many hearts in search of why
We came to know creation

Within the mind the questions form
and rise with slight of hand
Becoming all we will to be
Words as breath will fill the land

As far away a midnight tolls
In notes from distant steeple bells
Souls are turning into light
This music of the spheres will tell

A quest at once to find the Grail
Sought the distant drum, now clear
Eyes gaze across infinity
The pilgrim feels the goal is near

Dreams will wake into the day
Ocean storms will wash the shore
The circles of our lives reveal
Our place within forevermore

Photo: Yosemite Valley 2006 – gfs