Pilgrim’s Way

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A Poem by Louisa DeHart

follow the resplendent mark

of blue-distant crisping,

on your pilgrimage to the black waters.

carry your confessions with an open palm,

lay them at the drenched roots of a

jeweled lilac, 

tuck them beneath the

transfigured radiancy

of a golden fern, and then,

when it is time to return,

hold the little relics

in your beggar-bowl:

two or three pebbles, a hazel’s shell, and

beatitudes of 

blackberries.

Louisa DeHart is a blessed mother and beloved wife. You will find her teaching internationally and writing poetry. Her soul lingers all day in Fairyland and in the Story that is coming true.