Strangers and Pilgrims

 

“And they confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.”
~Hebrews 12

 

You have pilgrim eyes,

the second sight of a stranger.

The lens through which you see

is the broken place

in your body,

which is the broken place

in your soul,

which is the world

you see.

And when you meet another

wanderer,

you break open even wider.

You remember how she is the world

in the shape of a wound,

and see her through your own

shattered lens.

Which brings her into focus.

Which is how you heal the world,
not by long suffering some

collective dream of global disaster,

but by intimate encounters
on the labyrinth way

one pilgrim at a time,

and by breathing

through your broken place

into hers.