Beggar-Pilgrim Soul,
by J. W. Cassandra
don’t judge too
hard
my beggar-pilgrim soul
when at last I will
enter you,
you cannot know burden
of beggar-life,
and it’s doubtful, you could
bear it well
if you were me;
make instead such decision
that can celebrate arrival,
returning home
in the end of
my poor
but pride beggar-pilgrimage.
give what you can: love me, don’t
cast stones at me since, you had been a
beggar-pilgrim soul, as well,
you had peregrinated
away from everything,
everywhere,
as me had been, as well –
take my beggar-cloth,
cover your shoulders with it shivering,
peck crumbs with chirping
host,
feel:
you would be perfect in vain,
if you wouldn’t had been, as me:
a pilgrim soul, beggarly…
when I will
enter you,
knell a bell:
the beggar-pilgrim soul
is knocking…
29/10. 2019.,
by J. W. Cassandra
