Here they’ve left their
names,
made their mark,
inscribed upon the walls,
carved into the wood.
And here they’ve lit the candle
of their prayers,
glowing wax and smoke
in the hushed and darkened chamber.
Here the pilgrims,
ancient and modern both,
have said, “I was here with him.”
made their mark,
inscribed upon the walls,
carved into the wood.
And here they’ve lit the candle
of their prayers,
glowing wax and smoke
in the hushed and darkened chamber.
Here the pilgrims,
ancient and modern both,
have said, “I was here with him.”
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