St. James’ body on a boat of stone
Set sail over a sea of stars,
Held aloft by an angel and spirited to Spain,
To Padrón, the stone pillar still exists,
Part of the main mast of the stone boat
And a miraculous assertion in stone.
St. James, with staff and scallop shells,
Traversing fields of stars, as in heaven.
What is more miraculous
Than a legend become pilgrimage?
From person to person, spirit to spirit,
Whether they know or not feel it,
For over a thousand years
A trace of his faith has crossed their faces
And the road to Santiago opened
To what is most frail in us, most hopeful.