Sing out praises for the journey,
	pilgrims, we, who carry on,
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 hearth fire pilgrims knew.
Find the spirit, always restless,
	find it in each mind and heart.
Touch and hold that ancient yearning,
	kindling for a newfound truth.

Stand we now 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 embers
	carried in our minds and hearts.
