She murmurs blessings over me,
And I am, faithless, moved.
She rests her hands upon my head.
I feel loss as they’re removed.
She asks no questions of my faith
And does not seek to know
The inner workings of my mind,
Her blessings to bestow.
Her prayers are calm and comforting.
They’re given with a smile
And, even though I know no god,
I feel them every mile.
I join the hearty choruses;
Hallelujahs now resound,
For as I seek to find myself,
It’s here that I am found.
Whilst I remain agnostic,
I cannot but concede
That compassion’s simple sanctity
Will forever be my creed.
Whilst walking the Camino de Santiago, I was fortunate enough to stay at the convent of Santa Maria in Carrion de los Condes. The care of the nuns was unconditional; they gave their blessing to any and all who stepped through the door. I don’t think I’ll ever be a person of faith but being a recipient of their care was a truly spiritual experience.