The Pilgrim
The hot feverish night Stokes the fervent pilgrim And devotion is whispered On pious lips And the soft tread Of thousands of feet Echoes in prayers that circulate As the faithful circulate continuous For millenia past and future Supplicant in peaceful worship Beads of sweat trickle to tears Joyous, believing, astonished And the night passes And still they come And they are never stilled Of feet, or lips, or faith _________________________________ Taken during my pilgrimage, 'Umrah', to Mecca
