A Wandering Pilgrim
In search of holy land
I believe in possibilities unseen
Fairy sprites in elder trees,
Dryads in old oaks
Sacred Springs and Holy Wells
Abiding angels with gossamer wings
The sign of the fishes
My spirit tumbles
Amid the hidden tides
Crests on the swelling waves
Swims against the trough
The undertow resists the drag
If there was a soundtrack,
Music to score my life
How would the melodies sound?
The twang of a country tune
Heartache and loss lamented
Lena Horne singing “Stormy Weather”,
The Blues in a smoky cabaret,
A rueful Celtic aire droning on pipes
“Mountain Dew “, an Irish drinking song,
An Irish anthem of rebellion,
Rage sublimated, Pete Townsend smashing
A guitar to smithereens,
A Chopin piano nocturne,
A Bluegrass fiddle played at
Breakneck speed
Always compelled to learn
Oppositions to reconcile
The meaning of paradox
Seeming contradictions
The world’s pleasure and pain
The balance of ying and yan
Wrestle with the choices
Into the light or
Into the dark
For all the soul searching
There is only one way to go