For the Poets and the Pilgrims

Life on earth is hard but good
Jesus makes the labor sweet
Christ, my joy and hope in toil or rest
Christ, in life or death

- “Of Life and Death" (1:18-26)”, Psallos & Andrew Peterson

Life on earth is hard…but good. There’s a beautiful heaviness in the constant blend of wonder and woe, delight and despair, prayer and praise. This paradox of shadowed light embeds itself in the soul of every pilgrim and poet.

I suppose pilgriming poets have always been few on this lowly earth; but those of us who do exist, exist deeply. We’re thinkers and feelers all at the same time. We experience the world in the very core of our souls and we breathe in everything we touch.

That is what I write about.

The beautiful, heavy, wonder-filled things I touch as a pilgriming poet.

I won’t post complicated things. Well, maybe sometimes. I do have a philosophical and theological side that loves to peek out randomly. But, mostly, my writing is just meant to be a hug to the heart, a breath of fresh air.

If you resonate with the writings of a pilgriming poet—if, perhaps, you are a pilgriming poet yourself—you may find a bit of kindredness here. And if you need a breath of fresh air, as every poet and pilgrim sometimes does, join me in the sojourning. We’ll breathe in the wonder together.