In the busy noise it was hard to think what I had to say .
So I left all the distractions that were standing in the way .
With nothing in my pocket and no idea where I should go .
I went on a journey to a wilderness I didn't know .
It was there I found you in a quiet place inside my heart .
You showed me where I should go and how to make a brand new start .
So I climbed a mountain and started to write what I could see .
In a place amongst the stones there I fell down upon my knee .
Once again you spoke to me in my heart space sanctuary .
When all I had was nothing you filled the emptiness within .
Then with my pen and paper I found that writing could begin .
When you're climbing up a mountain its easy to have a fall ,
But I trusted you with my life and you answered when I called .
I wrote many things in the silence there on a mountain track .
I found the things I had to say because stones don't answer back .
After all was said and done I never once counted the cost
For in return you gave back to me much more than I had lost .
I had been walking through the world like a pilgrim on path ,
With faith for my companion , rods a pen and paper's the staff .
I travelled on and upwards never wanting to look back ,
I was on my way home to a destination , that's a fact .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-23 09:35:36
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