And did those feet so long ago
Walk where many since have trod
When searching for themselves, or God,
They walk the road to Santiago?

With motives mixed, but pilgrims all,
They walk the path o’er hill and dale;
Through scorching sun, or wind and hail,
They hear a voice and heed its call.

A faith to test, a faith to find,
The Way its influence imparts
To penetrate the hardest heart,
Refresh the soul and free the mind.

Reminders left at every bend
Of others who have walked this way;
Traditions honoured, friendships made,
Demons buried, stories penned.

Two strangers walking side by side
Exchanging stories as they stride
Find differences not so wide
Their accident of birth aside

At journey’s end, St. James to see;
A casket full of bones revered,
Now to your own heart thus endeared,
A pilgrim you have come to be.


Keith Miller