Upon a journey that I’ve heard tell of,
To trek throughout the kingdom hill & dale,
In search of knowledge of my kith & blood,
To meet and greet the kindred of my clan.
From many leagues I come to honor thee.
I clear the last of summits o’re the hills,
To hear both far and near a solemn knell,
The slow & echoed peal thru’out the land.
I bow my head in grace to thank thee Lord,
In gratitude, oh Kyrie, mercy please.
You lay within my hand a keepsake dear,
To enter thru’ the keyhole of thy heart.
And once I plant my feet at end of day,
And lighten from the burden on my back,
To knit myself a legacy I’ll keep
Within a humble knapsack as I rest.
Beneath full moon & mist, the zodiac
A bright kaleidoscope of colors’ dream,
Of constellations and the Kodiac
May prove to show my bless’ed destiny.