Chris Muir's Day By Day

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Someday, Please, Lord...

...let me make this journey.

The pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela: the shrine of St. James the Greater, the apostle and the patron of Spain.

Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
My bottle of salvation,
My gown of glory, hope's true gage;
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

Blood must be my body's balmer;
No other balm will there be given:
Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,
Travelleth towards the land of heaven;
Over the silver mountains,
Where spring the nectar fountains;
There will I kiss
The bowl of bliss;
And drink mine everlasting fill
Upon every milken hill.
My soul will be a-dry before;
But, after, it will thirst no more.

1 comment:

ProudHillbilly said...

Some friends of mine from church did it. They want to do it again.