
A Pilgrim’s Progress
I do not have to go
To Sacred Places
In far-off lands.
The ground I stand on
Is holy
Here in this little garden
I tend
My pilgrimage ends.
The wild honeybees
The hummingbird moths
The flickering fireflies at dusk
Are a microcosm
Of the Universe.
Each seed that grows
Each spade of soil
Is full of miracles.
And I toil and sweat
And watch and wonder
And am full of love.
Living in this place.
For truth and beauty
Dwell here.
~ Mary de La Valette
Text and image source: Jamberoo Abbey https://www.facebook.com/1567391160191012/posts/2803549206575195/
Love this, can I reblog? 😊
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Go ahead for this and any other post on Purplerays blog. Thanks
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Txx so much! 🌟😊🌟
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Beautiful poem!
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Thanks
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