The Pilgrim Way to Santiago- a poem

Althea Hayton

 The Milky Way was always there to guide the men to Finisterre

All dressed in skin and woad –

For the journey made the meaning and the footsteps made the road.

 

Then routes from England, Spain and France brought pilgrims here, and not by chance:

Santiago was the node –

So the journey was the meaning and the footsteps made the road.

 

Each pilgrim step a perfect prayer and psalms and praises filled the air

But hunger was the goad –

In the journey was the meaning and the footsteps made the road.

 

With scallop shell and staff and hat they had no rucksack, boots or mat

They took the lightest load –

The journey was the meaning and their footsteps made the road.

 

Now from all nations pilgrims walk; they laugh and struggle, share and talk

In every style and mode.

The journey is the meaning and their footsteps make the road.

 

And in each heart a mystery: Santiago is the key:

They walk to crack the code –

And the journey is the meaning and their footsteps make the road.

 

For those who seek for meaning in depression, pain, despair and sin

Then count each episode –

For the journey is the meaning and the footsteps make the road.

 

Walk on, Pilgrim! In your heart the healing is about to start;

You’ll find a safe abode,

For in your journey is the meaning and your footsteps make the road

 

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