Pilgrimage

I found you here beneath the stones

In velvet silence you have waited for centuries

Here, sitting among the quiet dead and candle-lighting faithful

Watching, listening, bathed in your perfect stillness

Above, through time and gilded rock,

Angels fill the space with burning songs of glory

Trickling down through the time worn foundation

Their gaudy noise is but a trimming to your garment

I have heard your whisper at the hidden springs

I have felt your touch in the shadowed forest

I have tasted your salt tears at the sandy shore

Now I sit, your gaze upon me

A myriad names flow from my lips

I drink deep this blessed peace

Like wine from an offered cup

Humbled, Silent, Forever Changed

                       - Chris Getz