They walked along the paths, chanting.
Unaware of all else, chanting.
Their eyes caressed the hard worn soil.
Their breath it rose, unseen.
The arms of each lay by their sides.
Their hair danced upon their faces.
Hand in hand with the warm wind.
To their belief they pleased a god,
who to them was dear.
For tears fell from their eyes,
as they felt him draw near.
They heard his voice and mumbled on
They thought they had been saved.
But thou art but a sinner,
was what each heard instead.
And so they wept with every step,
and prayed forgiveness, please.
Yet never did they thus conclude,
that wretches they were not.
But this they never knew.