• By James A. Tweedie

The Pilgrim Path


From birth our mortal journey winds its way

Through labyrinthine passages of time

Where fate and fortune bid us climb

The walls and mountains of each passing day.

The pilgrim path we follow leads us on,

And though we face the depths of fear’s abyss,

The vale of tears, or breathless alpine bliss,

We each must cross our daily Rubicon.

The challenge of each day demands we give

Our utmost for the highest and the best,

For all too soon our weary souls will rest,

But, ere that day, to sojourn is to live.

Tomorrow waits beyond a dawn-topped hill,

And life cannot be lived by standing still.

James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers.

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