A Pilgrim’s Journey

A Poem

There once was a pilgrim who lost his way on the dusty road to Jerusalem.

He found himself in Allah’s house, where he prayed among the Muslims.

There he learned the faith of Mohammed and its commitment to submission.

And he said, in his heart of hearts, there’s no difference in them and the Christian.

The Pilgrim set out, once again, to pray in the holy of holies and worship where Christ was born.

But his feet carried him to exotic Ind’ where among the Hindu idols are not scorned.

There he learned philosophy from a Brahman man whose twisted form prayed in silent Meditation.

And he said, in his heart of hearts, there’s no difference in them and the Christian.

He boarded a ship bound for Israel but was tossed about by the sea.

And washed ashore in a savage land where he was given warm hospitality.

There he met wise shamans, learned scholars, of worldly and spiritual Ken.

And he said, in his heart of hearts, there’s no difference between them and the Christian.

He was given a camel and a guide to take him to Christ’s good shore

And there, on the mount of Olives, where he lay the heavy cross he bore,

He kneeled himself down to pray for all the men who’d loved him

For he believed, in his heart of hearts, there’s no difference in them and the Christian.