DONE TOO MUCH..

In the days leading up to the present,
I feel sure I exceeded a limit of normality.
But of course I know, nothing is ever, just normal,
It is an amount of all, that is greater or lesser.

Having persisted ´til now, means I failed to quit,
When a wiser man, surely, would have rest before now.
Desire overcomes the sense, and the will has a laugh,
When the body says "no!" and the mind pushes on.

Why do I continue, when I really should stop ?
Before the pain rises, and I cry from the blisters.
Because I dare say, I am filled with a hope,
That before the last mile, I will realise my dream.

Come home to the faith,
My sacrifices are valid,
In giving me release,
From the sins I commit...


The road to Santiago.

Waiting for my friend.

I know that you are, coming very soon indeed,
Your arrival though felt, has been told unto me.
Friends and aquaintances, have heralded your coming,
And now I wait patiently, for the hour.

I wonder, did I choose well, the place to encounter ?
As I sit by the bridge, over which I expect you.
And will you recognise the friendship we share ?
Feel the peace becoming, from the brotherhood united.

Many miles we toiled, to arrive in this place,
A welcome we favour, so thats why I`ve come.
To greet you with a smile, to lighten your burden,
And remind you I care, for you are my friend.


Justin.

LOSING MY RELIGION

I remember well the days in darkness,
Before I knew light through the opening door.
A life of servitude, to unseen tithes and laws,
Left me closed to life, before I found you.

It never entered, my consciousness that I,
Would one day realise, the weight of pressure,
That the old ways had laddened me down,
No rescue from burden, the weight of the world.

But here you loved, and cared that I see,
A new future of love, without fear from all.
Deep within your heart, you knew me so well,
And let me become, a light of the world.

MASTERS AND SERVANTS

Our pathway to life, is often a confusion,
As we deal with becoming open to feel,
Just which is our way and what is true.

We may discover love is the purest form,
Of sharing with others or we may forget,
As we struggle to carry, the burdens we hold.

So which are we, the teacher of love,
Or the servant of the fear we still carry ?
Be not affraid to ask of the Universal bank.

As we teach one another we also learn hope,
That escape from fear is our way ahead,
We become Masters of love, and Servants of everyone...



Oscar.

Five star Albergue.

Coming here, with tired, weary, aching feet,
is a reunion of spirit, when I see such comfort.
How can I possibly pay for suffering today,
In these lush green and quiet gardens ?
For sure, the many who travelled thusfar,
Will be at peace, now we have come.
Their efforts remembered in cloisters of silence.
To be part of this family, in who`s care,
We become as one, I pray with thanks.
Charity is forever shared when we recieve love.
The provisions laid down for others to follow,
Such kindly bretheren, of ´Santiagos way`.
Zafra has given much, to which we behold.
May their thoughtfulness, be our reminder now,
As we return honour, as a grateful pilgrim...

TIME FOR CHANGE

The way has taught just how we be,
A future for kindness for all to see.
Pilgrim brothers, sisters too are fighting so hard,
To make this true, our faith is our sword.

To open up the apathy, will be a loveless task,
But no more than, I`d give, I`d ask.
Determined is our way, to walk a brighter hope,
Share with our neighbours, the love that we are.

Come one and all, lets walk the truth,
And follow our hearts, to where we shine.
Upon the path of pilgrims bringing change,
Where lovelessness and selfishness,
Are sent where they belong.

CULDESAC

As you arrive, I see,
Your face drops, unexpectedly.
What did you really,
Hope to find here ?
Why were you so shocked,
To find nowhere to go ?

Before you came, at this time,
Hope of something spectacular,
Was in your minds eye.
And the reality of arriving,
Sold you a sorry blow.
The journey seemed wasted,
Nowhere more to go...

But have you really seen,
What brought you all here ?
And what was along the road,
The journey, was it clear ?
Lost somewhere the reason,
Just why you came this season...

For I have seen today,
My destination has been met.
Yet I will not be sad,
Nor will you hear me fret.

I travelled and saw,
The journey, as the reason.
The culdesac of life,
Did not commit me treason.!!!

WAY OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR

A stranger calls me, and I answer her,
Her voice carries hopes, upon the Scirocco winds.
Secret messages revealed only to me as I roam,
My quarry leaves her scent, I recognise it immediately.

Beautiful as the oasis, rising from the sands,
And as cooling now, the wind upon my face.
My heart beats steadily, perhaps a flutter or two,
In the sunset fading, comes my dusky siren.

Tired and weary, I rest upon soft linnen cushions,
Reclining ´neath starry skies, the battles won for today.
I know that tomorrow will bring fresh challenge,
And I will ready myself, relaxing in her charm.

As the dawn rouses, I stir from my slumber,
Aware that she has gone, my delight not waning.
For I remember clearly her softness, her warmth,
Guarding me protectively, from the night wolves.

With this passionate love, I set out once more,
To conquer the world, to bring about change.
Peacefully to wage war on the darkness of man,
And reinstate the hopes, that our future be bright.

For I am called to be the Peaceful Warrior,
And filling the world with love is my goal.
Don`t fear me brother, sister, for we are one.
Recieve with open hearts as I, Her loving peace.


P.W.