Once, I took a walk with Peace Pilgrim,
I met her in a book and discovered something holy, something stirring up pure within her steps.
I was called toward her, fascinated.
Then I felt the warm hands of my children as they took hold of me.
And in some ways, I felt the warmth of my own hands too.
I knew I could not let go of those loyalties, my duties, and the sacrifices of those that grasped onto me.
Those bonds of Love held their own pureness, sacredness, and holy space.
Something that I refused to divide.
As we stand, as we live,
So shall we fall, if fall we must.
Always together, in the many ways bonds hold us true.
So, though I can see Peace Pilgrim wandering her path in the distance,
I know I will never catch up.
Never walk along that particular holy journey.
My children are here;
I will continue to hold them close,
Meeting my responsibilities with love,
A parent, even to myself.
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