On leaving O Cebreiro By Sheila Devlin Tendrils of fog Fingering the hillsides Playfully touching trees, plants and shrubs Which cling hopefully in the shallow soil, Mist rolling over mountain tops Making blind the early walkers, Silence apart from the Tap. tap tap of staffs on the road Echoing through the empty air, We walked on in easy companionship Alone with our thoughts, Camino aspirations, hopes and Needs carried in silent words within, Thoughts of love and prayer Asked for by friends. Oh long road turning, winding Up and down mirroring our lives, Never to be the same again. Keep my footsteps walking Your Way With a steadfast heart On towards St James And the start of a new pilgrimage - The rest of my life. Manage Cookie Preferences