Warfare, pilgrim, is good reason to betake yourself from here.
Seek the roads that no one else takes; from the crowd now disappear.
Do not disdain the pebble that now lodges in your shoe.
Hail those you meet along the way; give praise where praise is due.
Shield yourself from falsehood by recalling holy tales;
Strengthen soul and body as you drink the sacred ales.
At the crest of yonder mountain, where clouds obscure the view,
Fear not, O weary pilgrim: Someone watches over you.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #214
More Poetry Pantry #480 at Poets United