A Poem at the End of the World

A Poem at the End of the World

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