A Poem

William Garza said:

Promise me we wont ever grow old
Promise me we wont ever get sick
Promise me we wont ever die..

Even when we can no longer go on
When our hearts gave out
Even when we began to doubt
When we aged and found out
The day was bigger than our hearts
Who put the touch that blackened the day
And we got lost along the way.

But the light lives on
And our feet walk on and on and on
And side by side we travel the fearfull road
Together.

And the pain becomes a scab-a scar
We stop the bleeding heart and screaming rain
Atop the sobriety of faith
Opinions and ego left along the Way
Until we reach the light again

We come onto the shore of the River of Stars
And walk in anyway...
Looking up at light we see reflection.. its us...
Baptism afire

And the vagabond choir..
Welcome us to life again

The scars no longer itch.no need for scratch or ache
That life that we forsake

And we walked on in faith
You and I
Without whats left behind
Doubt and hate and sorrow

A hite of bread and wine to swallow as we walk into Santiago.

Pilgrim
I hope your healing on your way

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