sing out praises for the journey, pilgrims, we who venture forth,

searchers in the soul’s deep yearnings, like our forebears in their time.

we seek out the spirit’s wholeness in the endless human quest.

look inside, your soul’s the kindling of the fire our forebears knew.

find the spirit, always restless, find it in each mind and heart.

touch and hold that ancient yearning, kindling for a new-found truth.

stand we here upon the threshold, facing futures yet unknown,

hearth behind us; wayside hostel built by those who knew wild roads.

guard we e’er their sacred fire now carried in our minds and hearts.

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