Ours is a journey, we’re pilgrims,
explorers, we follow old pathways
that lead on to new ones,
ours is a journey, a journey
And ours is an advent and
point of departure, a place
of warm shelter, a valley,
a woodland,
an orchard, a river,
a house on the way;
a table of friendship,
a chime of wine glasses,
a heartwarming hearth.
And here’s where we gather
like a choir in a chancel,
to offer our vespers,
our songs of the evening,
with words of our making
the music of growing
and honestly singing
of pain in the shadows,
invoking the light.
Our candles burn brightly
with radiance glowing,
our prayers sound like laughter:
God tickles our souls.
And ours is a journey,
a coming and going,
each exit an entrance,
ours is a journey, a journey