The Pilgrim’s Lantern
A virtuous discovery
I walk beneath the blueprint of becoming,
a silent scaffolding of thought and grace.
Each movement feels predestined, yet unfinished,
a draft revised by mercy, by hand.
The atmospheric fragrance traces unbuilt versions of me,
ghosts of intention crowding the frame.
And in my grasp, a single lantern swings
its light quaking,
reason before revelation.
Lies emerge from my pores,
my doubts, the necessary erasures.
The lantern sways, resisting the dark,
its flame a scholar’s question, never still.
I am pilgrim, student, design
walking through the potters mind,
searching for the form I might yet take
when all the scaffolds fall away,
and only light—His light—remains.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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Comments (3)
Your words are so powerful. Loved it, especially the line "a draft revised by mercy, by hand."
Majestically and beautifully put Natasha with lilting lyricism
Your poem beautifully captures the tension between becoming and being, faith and formation. The imagery of scaffolding and lantern light evokes both vulnerability and divine refinement.