text of French poem

[honestdoug]

Tania wrote:

>beautiful! thanx for that!
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>tania
>ontario, canada
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>Quoting Tom Priestly <tom.priestlyaUALBERTA.CA>:
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>>Hi,
>>Here it is, as sent to me by Rosina yesterday but with my own
>>amendments to the translation (and checked by a Francophone here):
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>>>"Je serai pelerin.
>>>Je marcherai.
>>>Je marcherai sous le soleil trop lourd,
>>>sous le pluie a verse et dans la tourmente.
>>>En marchant, le soleil rechauffera
>>>mon coeur de pierre,
>>>la pluie fera de mes deserts un jardin.
>>>A force d'user mes chaussures,
>>>j'userai mes habitudes.
>>>Je marcherai,
>>>et ma marche sera demarche .
>>>J'irai moins au bout de la route
>>>qu'au bout de moi-meme.
>>>Je serai pelerin.
>>>Je ne partirai pas seulement en voyage;
>>>je deviendrai  moi-meme un voyage,
>>>un pelerinage."
>>>(Une groupe de pélerins québecois)
>>>
>>>I will be a pilgrim.
>>>I will walk.
>>>I will walk under the burning sun,
>>>in the pouring rain and in the storm.
>>>Walking, the sun will warm
>>>my heart of stone,
>>>the rain will transform my deserts into a garden.
>>>Through wearing out my shoes
>>>I shall wear away my old habits.
>>>I shall walk.
>>>And my walk will be a beginning.
>>>I will go less in order reach the end of the route
>>>than to reach the end of myself.
>>>I will be a pilgrim.
>>>I will not just depart on a journey,
>>>but I myself will be a journey,
>>>a pilgrimage.
>>>(A group of Québec pilgrims)
>>>
>>>
>>Cheers, Tom
>>--
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>>Tom Priestly
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>>Edmonton AB
>>Canada T6B 1V8
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>Tania
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>\"Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an
> indomitable will.\" ~Mahatma Gandhi
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Hi to you all in Canada
This is a Pilgrimage Prayer given out to HCPT the Pilgrimage trust
helpers just before going off to Lourdes with disabled Children.

The path to your door is the path within:
Is made by animals,Is lined by flowers,
Is lined by thorns,Is staned with wine,
Is lit by the lamp of Sorrowful dreams:
Is washed with joy,Is swept with grief,
Is blessed by the lonely traffic of art:
Is known by heart. Is known by prayer,
Is lost and found, Is always strange,
The path to your door.

God Bless
Doug