Pilgrims
I kneel
upon the heart-dust of a million souls
of lights once so bright
Their passions turned to ashes
now tossed by the desert wind
It slips through my fingers but
burns in my eyes
I pray
for the hearts still aflame
scarred but not yet charred
craving aching hungering
Oh let their flames be gentle
Let them burn with purpose
as beacons in the dark
Let their souls
sail to a distant homeland
sink in a sea of pearls and
join the brilliant chorus
in an ocean of blessed silence
Alight but not afire
as fellow pilgrims