The Pilgrimage Path

 

For being in the right skin, shedding the past,  

Choosing to realize anew, art baby blue at last.  

I've crossed the point of no return,  

Where all the ships and bridges are burned.

Looking to the sky, into the eye of God,  

Listening to His words, agreeing with a nod.  

The pilgrimage path presented on glass,  

At the end, one whole cycle willingly shall pass.

Guided by bright, sparking light, I move forward,  

Rejoicing in fulfillment, I take each step toward.