The Pilgrim's Shoe, poem

The pilgrim’s way it has been long,
he speaks the truth, he sings his song.
Has given up his things, his home,
content in love with God to roam.
He’d made his sandals, shirt and hose,
because the simple life he chose.

With summer gone in northern land
he thought it good to try his hand,
To also make a solid shoe,
keep warm his feet the winter through.

But making shoes takes skill you know,
of how to measure, cut and sew.
It takes a master of the trade;
no good shoe’s by a novice made.

The master saw the pilgrim’s plight
as he took pity at the sight,
he said, “I shall be teaching you,
just how to make a solid shoe.”

So pilgrim with a grateful heart,
first listened, watched and then did start,
with master's help to stitch by stitch,
with patience make his shoes with which
for many miles to come he’d walk,
while with and of his God he’d talk.

So in this world that’s growing cold,
thank God, can still be stories told
Of folks who won’t just selfish live,
but like to share, to teach, to give.
And God bless Master Janus who
for love helped pilgrim make his shoe.