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
My porch is my pilgrimage. No, I am not walking untold miles with Camino travelers hoping to find my place along the way, or climbing the highest available mountain hoping to glimpse transfigured glory, or crawling on my knees up Roman stairs hoping to carry to heaven's throne my earth-laden prayers, or 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 bird song and trying, as best I can, to be still and to know. My porch is my pilgrimage, and this poem, my prayer.