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To Pilgrim

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To Pilgrim

(at Thanksgiving, USA)



On Thanksgiving


We make fun

Of their hats

And buckles


They might as well

Have been a foreign

People to the

(rest of the)

Whites as all the

Indigenous to

The whites


And they were:

They were a foreign



They carried faith

And dignity,

Faith in dignity,

To what all the western

Coastal, European

People called

A new world


Through stratagem

Or accident, they

Settled too far



They struggled;

They strove


Everything was

Struggling and

Striving to them


Moving, going

On their way


For them, to be

A pilgrim was

An action


On a journey

Neverending, ‘til

The end of this life

Start into another


C L Couch



Photo by Dhimas Widrayato on Unsplash

It was 22:39, I went out to get some fresh air after some coding session then I saw a big moon on the sky, so I grab my camera then go to open space to shot this picture. The photo was taken in Tangerang, Indonesia.


Bendiciónes Pequeñas

Bendiciónes Pequeñas

(inspired by and with permission from Cathy Birdsong Dutchak at


To be brought a small bowl

Of peanuts

Cacahuates—do I recall that rightly?

In a courtyard of an albergue

To accompany the glass of wine I’ve ordered

In the north of Spain

Somewhere along the pilgrim trail

On the other side of Spain, Hemingway might be


With or without companions

I hope with

He could have done with more company than

Cats (apologies to the six-toe-to-a-paw friends who

still retain his houses in the Keys,

on Cuba)


I’m not sure I could take the path

Maybe for a while

But I could sit there inside a breeze

Of northern Spain

Contemplate the pilgrimage

The pilgrims of all kinds


Have a sip

Reach for the bowl

Taste and see


C L Couch



(on the pilgrim trail to Campostela)

Option to Valverde de la Virgen (3.4 km)

Each day on the Camino, you don’t know what you’ll encounter as you walk in the footsteps of thousands of pilgrims. Sometimes you find pleasant surprises such as the oasis of my albergue, La Casa del Camino: Albergue de Peregrinos.

Though it sits along a busy road, it was a beautiful spot with couches and comfy chairs, lounge chairs, hammocks, and beds on the lawn for lounging.   There were areas under canopies and umbrellas and a line of square foot baths, and the most welcoming owners you could ever meet. When I arrived, they presented me with a glass of cold fresh orange juice as they checked me in.

Bowls of apples sat on tables, flower boxes and hanging baskets dotted the space around an above-ground swimming pool (with no water), gardens bloomed, and Buddhas reclined and sat, looking serene.

I sat outside having a glass of wine and one of the owners brought me a small bowl of peanuts.

When I have happened upon places such as these, I felt so joyful and grateful for the peaceful and refreshing surroundings.

This place rates up with a number of top albergues along the Camino.  There are fair shares of bad and mediocre ones.

(my emphasis)


Photo by Les routes sans fin(s) on Unsplash

Camino de Santiago, Spain

Perspectives on hills, pilgrims on the way. /// Le sommet d’une colline dévoile parfois une perspective hors du temps.


Lent 30

Lent 30


We could say

We’re three-quarters through

Here are problems with that:

We’ll make it into an accomplishment

We’ll worry we’re not as far along

As we should be

How much time is left

To get it right?


When days were years,

The Israelites in the main could not say,

We’ve covered seventy-five percent

Of this

Twenty-five to go

We should still pace ourselves


Markers aren’t so bad

Such as stations on the pilgrim trail

They note achievement and

Places to pause

Before we say, What’s next?


When they are spots in

Which to moan

Or to say, Look, what we have done

Better purposes are mollified

Maybe overwhelmed

In brittle ambition

Or vaunting pride

We’re left inside

A roof without an apex as

The sureness of shelter


Don’t be afraid

Be ye not anxious

Don’t be over-eager

The desert has an ending

And there is always more

(that will not have to be

a desert)

Mark the way, maybe

Take in the sight

Adjust for course correction


Who are we now,

What have we learned?


Now move


C L Couch



Philippe Chavin – Own work, CC BY 2.5,

vaulted grottoes called Taq-e Bostan, located in Iran, Sassanian era


Philippians 4:6 in the Christian New Testament (cited)


Lent 9

Lent 9




We place Christ in a journey:

Celebrate his birth at Christmas

His presentation at the

Temple plus his

Baptism by his cousin John

Upon a bank of the Jordan River,

Then consider now

The earthly ministry

Ending in Jerusalem,

The next part of the calendar


What notes the work just now but

Miracles and teaching

And many encounters, one by one—

A woman by a well

A man who climbs a tree

Bemused to see this person


A woman who breaks

A vial of perfume to wash

His feet

A leper out of ten lepers

Who must return

With thanks


There is teaching

Answering the quandary, Who

Is my neighbor

A question about government

The discipline of a warrior

Who, though not a Jew, respects

The way of Christ as he would accept a

Commander’s prerogative


The woman who begs for scraps

Of mercy, who is rebuked

Before she astonishes him

With a reminder for whom he’s come


He comes for the Jews

He comes for Arabs and

For Romans

Even the pirates of


He comes for the savage Britons

And the unknown Asians

He comes for them

He comes for then

He comes for now

He comes for you and me


Oh, how he loves you and me

And it never stops,

The arrival since creation

Life upon a troubled plain

The departure into earth

The return in keeping with

Prophecy and promise


C L Couch



Fritz Geller-Grimm – Own work, CC BY-SA 2.5,

Fritz Geller-Grimm – Own work

Saint James’s shell at a well of the Way, Saint-Guilhem-le-Désert, Languedoc-Roussillon, France

(Camino de Santiago)


“Oh, How He Loves You and Me” by Kurt Kaiser


The Lesson of Saint Francis

The Lesson of Saint Francis


We are all animals in

Beauty, here:


And we need guide each

Other to

A pilgrim path

In walking with the saints

Who would eschew

The capital s


Service is ennobled

(As are all better things)

When we love

To give away

What we have


To share with

All other creatures of

The Earth—


The sky, what’s

Under the water,

And what dances upon

The surface


In the measures and the


Of creation

Pilgrim Path

Pilgrim Path

Someday I’d love to walk
The path to Compostela, Spain
The pilgrimage of Saint
James and to his honor

Legacy, the pilgrim trail

I’d like to walk with company
I hear folk band together
On the way

The pilgrim path need not
Be done by one to count

God counts the pilgrim
In the heart, where the
Real path of challenges is trod

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