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Winter Pilgrimage

Updated on February 4, 2017

A cold biting wind to make muscles stiffen, my every limb so to ache,

Slowly trudging of great depths in the snow, this journey I must make.

My bible in hand against my side, I'm invigorated with each new stride,

Though late to church on this Sunday, I'll soon feel the warmth inside.

My faithful hound, inseparable partner, close behind me follows,

No more devotion, a welcomed shadow of his, that I may hope.

As in the far distance, near the woods, I spy a small herd of deer,

With the greatest ease, as they come near, all traverse the slope.

In a distant oak, I hear a Snow Owl, its reassuring call, as my guide,

There all the wild creatures live, in the deepest dark forest to abide.

Soon I spy the steeple I adore, as its security to make my spirits soar.

There knowing I have friends, all to greet, many fond hymns in store,

At last, as in the churches pew, I did so rest, the cross in front on the wall,

I considered the challenge of the journey I made, was now so worth it all.

The pastor soon joined, opening hymns sang, another Sunday underway,

The church in the wood, precious jewel understood, brightens my new day.


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    • whonunuwho profile image

      whonunuwho 12 months ago from United States

      Thank you so much my friend. Blessings to you and yours. whonu

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      Shauna L Bowling 12 months ago from Central Florida

      Thank you for sharing what brings you peace, whonu. Beautiful poetry.

    • whonunuwho profile image

      whonunuwho 13 months ago from United States

      Thank you my friend. Blessings. whonu

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 13 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Wonderful poetry and love the artwork.

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      whonunuwho 13 months ago from United States

      Yes, my friend and I so value those days as I grew to be an adult and in my older age, the meaningful experiences found among friends in church. I was raised in the church and my grandfather was a pastor of a small country one. When I got to visit there it was as a treasure in my memories. Once, when I was five, I walked to the front as he gave his message and instead of being distracted, escorted me to his accompanying chair up front and gave me some dimes to put in the offering plate. Truly wonderful days in our lives. Blessings. whonu

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      Audrey Hunt 13 months ago from Idyllwild Ca.

      We find a level of peace resonating deep within us as we greet our friends and listen to the message of hope and strength in the House of The Lord.