June 19, 2015 – Finisterre
I walked across Northern Spain,
Passing crosses on The Way,
Looking for redemption
In the wind off the mountains
I walked across Northern Spain,
Along the hot dusty roads of the Meseta,
To appreciate that most beauty,
Has a hint of danger in it
I walked across Northern Spain,
Through green valley cathedrals,
Filled with rioting wildflowers,
That lift their heads up to God
I walked across Northern Spain,
With all I own on my back,
To possess the knowledge
That I have always had everything I need
I walked across Northern Spain,
To reach the End of the World,
So I could stand at the ocean,
And wave at you,
On the other side
