“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the land.”
On this second day of Pilgrimage, we spent the day traveling around the Sea of Galilee, from Capernum to Magdala. And I intentionally made time to write poetry before dinner. The above photo is of the chapel at the Mount of The Beatitudes. I sat in the garden area and wrote a poem while facing the sea. (And then scurried back to the bus; I guess I got a quick morning run in after all.) Then a mosaic in a chapel at the Magdala site inspired a second poem that I started on the bus and finished while facing the sea in a courtyard with a glass of wine.
Beatitudes
Linger my thoughts adorned in fears, for I am lost in worry of
Moments who are yet to come near. Then I found my heart on
A stairway up to the seat of Beatitudes. Wandering winds pull
My hair forward to kiss the sun. And skeleton branches stand
Tall, reaching for blessings from The One. In all our spirits live
A purpose to be in God’s love. I breathe in dreams of hope at the
Mount that hills won. The Sea of Galilee calls me to sit
In silence and remember that I am scattered before its dawn.
Magdala
Raise me up, Oh Lord, from my sea of troubles, so that I
May feel light in my darkness for days. When water springs up
Doubts falling from fickle clouds, trees claw for their past in
Forgotten soil. Lift up my spirit from this rainbow storm
And we shall bleed healing oil from olive trees. Hold my heart
With your Truth of Tranquility. And I shall lose my tears
In the Sea of Galilee.
Always Bridging 
seyi, these are palpable poems. i love that you’re making a point of writing. what a wonderful vehicle by which to share your experience of the air, the light, the trees, the sea, the mosaics, the gardens, the rushing back to the bus. thank you.
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Thanks so much! 🙂 Writing has been a wonderful source to process what I am experiencing on Pilgrimage, blended with what I am already working through internally.
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