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.