I go,
where my soul sings
where the harmonies of
the universe can be heard
I go,
I go where it is quiet
enough to make out a
loud enough to drown
out the voices in my
I go where I can hear You.
I go outside
where I can understand
my place in the order of
I go inside
where the the echoes of pilgrims
past are in the mosaics
and the pages
I go inside yet
dark and terrible
but I am not alone there
I am not alone anywhere
I go,
to remember
why I stay.
I go on.


Talitha Fraser