Since I have been sharing poetry on my blog, I thought I might try my hand at writing something. So, here is a little poem that I wrote for all my fellow “shelter-in-place” pilgrims out there.
My porch is my pilgrimage. No, I am not walking untold miles with Camino travelers hoping to find my place along the way. No, I am not climbing the highest available mountain hoping to glimpse transfigured glory. No, I am not crawling on my knees up Roman stairs hoping to carry to heaven's throne my earth-laden prayers. No, I am not fasting in the wilderness hoping to convince a distant deity to share a morsel with me. I am just opening my back door, and trying not to trip on the dog who is rushing out to join me. I am sitting on my chair and listening to the day's birdsong and trying, as best I can, to be still and to know. My porch is my pilgrimage, and this poem my prayer.