Is in the heart
And with my heart
I hear
Seeking his face
With the eyes of my soul
Great silence
Within and around
On hills and valleys and farms
I want to pick up
Mountains and kiss
Them with love
Even as I mourn
The passing
Of this sacred journey
The newly formed
Intimacy found
We climb into
The falling night
You in white
The only light in front
Of me
Scallop shell
Like cowbell tinkling
And I like a drunk
Stumble on uncertain
Rocks of pain
Within these boots
You would carry me
Up to the height
You have lifted me
My Camino companion
And I miss you
Even as the sound
Of your voice echoes
In my heart
And I see you as I see God
With the eyes of my soul
Beholding your beauty
More marvelous than
The most majestic mountain
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ONE MILLION STEPS TO FREEDOM: CAMINO DIARY
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