Praza do Obradoiro – The arrival
The rushing rhythm of my heartbeats
Outran my steps
Creating a fugue of a syncopated melody
While my breathing strummed my vocal cords
Which suffering a sudden paralysis
Remained muted for the rest of the journey
A strange force like the one of a galactic magnetic field
Kept pulling me
Uncountable and ancient footsteps imprinted in the
Millenary cobblestones glowed illuminating ‘the way’
In the distance I heard the cry of a Celtic flute
Its sound cut through the multitude
And pierced my heart
And made a deposit of His grace
Which washed my soul clean
The music grew closer
My eyes filled with tears
I heard clearly that flute
That seduced the bagpipes to play along
For an audience of thousands of angels
That danced over that holy ground
I entered this revered and hallowed kingdom
As a simple pilgrim
I shed one lonely tear
The size of the immensity of the cantabrian sea
And my voice awoke and uttered a prayer
Dear apostle,
As I searched for a landing place you led me here
Make me a humble craftsman in your workshop
And reward me with a token to enter your holy temple
And along with you be granted the grace of seeing
The master artisan
By Milton Tejada
Poetic prose Inspired by ‘El Camino de Santiago”
Jan. 2023
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