I walked at dawn on Christmas Day

Through sheltered trees on Pilgrims Way

 

I had no need of destination

the purpose was of restoration

 

A shallow Sun’s reluctant rise

dissolved the Stars that woke my eyes

 

I was not led I had no gifts

my feeble mind weighed down by ifs

 

The lower Fork the higher Way

each reaching out before my Day

 

To take or pass each one by choice

is answer to a hidden voice

 

But in a clearing by The Loch

I found a place that I’d forgot

 

It spoke of where I made my start

and in that place I found My Heart.