THE PILGRIM

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The raging subtlety propels her into fierce audacity,

Cognizant of the Master’s semblance, seasoned agony.

Whose countenance was subdued in blood and sweat,

Never losing sight of the price, many a soul to save, ever sweet.

And so, the pilgrim, as sure as unfailing hope,

Walked the path less travelled, scanty in pop.

 

If you should see the pilgrim, her posture slanted sideways,

Her feet, with a staggering beauty, bound by duty always,

You might consider a new shoe, in your spontaneity.

You might consider a quick lift to lessen the lethargy.

You might consider new beads for the rosary, less sweaty.

But the pilgrim seeks not the comfort of novelty.

 

The pilgrim desires to overcome the vice of flesh,

To embrace the sharp thorn of discomfiting mess.

Honed by unrelenting thirst, drenched in sweaty grittiness.

Purified under the scorching sun, hushed by thoughts of unworthiness

Raised in union with things above, mortified of transgression.

Hastening and scurrying, to be rid of indiscretion.

 

The pilgrim prays with precision in intercession,

Praying until something happens amongst the procession,

Meditatively looking to those who died from thirst,

Alarmed by their brave endurance, to die trusting.

Their faith enduring, their hope unfailing

The pilgrim made a grand arrival, unflinching!

 

With the Master's resemblance, she wore the wedding gown

And the streets of gold smiled at her, she was home!


Sr. Esther Koros OSF

#Essy the Poet 


Dedicated to all the pilgrims of 2025


 

Comments

  1. Anonymous9 June 2025 at 14:49

    Wow!

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  2. Anonymous9 June 2025 at 14:59

    Quite thoughtful and touchy piece Sister. Very insightful and deep.

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  3. Anonymous9 June 2025 at 15:06

    👏👏

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  4. Anonymous9 June 2025 at 15:09

    Waooo thank you Sr. for such sacrifice. May God reward you all

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  5. Anonymous9 June 2025 at 19:36

    I was personally touched by your courage to keep on till the end.My dear SR.May God bless every step you took.Thamks for your prayers

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