Sunday, May 03, 2015


A Poem Of Becoming

We are all pilgrims
Traveling everyday
In the same old house.
We are all wayfarers,
Who never leave home.
We wander a highway
But not to other lands.
We journey a road
Through the wilderness
Of our own selves,
Bearing our progress
Away from who we were.
Yes, all of us are
On a pilgrimage
Not to some sacred place
Or to do some holy rite,
But of becoming
Ever more like Him,
Who is The True Pilgrim.

(c) Adron Dozat 2015

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