Pilgrim Who Calls You?
Dust, mud, sun and rain, is the Way of Saint James; thousands of pilgrims for more than a thousand years.
Pilgrim, who calls you?
What dark force brings you here?
It’s not the Way of the Stars, or the grand cathedrals.
Neither is it the courage of Navarra, or the wine of the people of La Rioja.
It’s not the seafood of Galicia; it’s not the countryside of Castilla.
Pilgrim who calls you?
What mysterious force attracts you?
It is not the people of the Way or their rural customs.
Nor is it their history and culture.
It isn’t the cockerel of la Calzada, Gaudi’s palace, or the castle in Ponferrada.
Everything seen in passing is a joy; and the voice which calls you, makes you feel much deeper. The force which pulls and attracts, cannot be explained.
I know you have really been looking forward to this one. Good luck and have a great time? Still researching a place for a place you can make your own?
And this Force who calls you to go on this camino is the only one who can give you this courage to surpass you (sometime without realizing it) and to overcome all the obstacles you can find on your way.
Oui cousin, je sais que je marche avec Dieu chaque jour, il guide mes pas.
Thank you Greg!
I liked the way you worded the call that seems to attract many of us pilgrims.
Karl, this is a translation of the graffiti poem we encounter on the Camino Francés just before Najera.