“A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.
And the camels galled, sore-footed,
Lying down in the melting snow.”
This Week’s Special
What joy for those whose strength comes from the Lord,
who have set their minds on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem.
When they walk through the Valley of Weeping,
it will become a place of refreshing springs.
The autumn rains will clothe it with blessings.
They will continue to grow stronger,
and each of them will appear before God in Jerusalem.
Before the arrival
T.S. Eliot wrote a wonderfully evocative Epiphany poem, “The Journey of the Magi”, a reminder that though the wise men may have showed up to pay tribute to Jesus in their finery, all washed and rested, the journey there was a long tough slog. I find comfort in that, as my pilgrimage also takes me over some rough terrain and harsh weather.