There is a suggestion that a saunterer is a person walking to the Holy Land, coming from the French ‘à la sainte-terre’. So let’s consider sauntering to be a form of holy or blessed walking.
I’ve been wandering through the pages of my life
Not knowing where to turn
It’s like standing on the edge of a knife
I don’t know, which way am I to go…
I’ve been to places far and wide,
Witnessing lives of different kinds.
I’ve seen faces living a happy song,
But I still don’t know where I belong…
Searching every nook and corner,
For a place that is meant for me.
I took long, to realise that, my question
Should be, ‘With whom do I belong? ‘
Reshma Joy – https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-do-i-belong-14/
The Lord is our God and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand. Psalm 95:7
“I am praying not only for these disciples but also for all who will ever believe in me through their message.” John 17:20
The same stream of life
that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world
and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves
of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked
in the ocean—cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious
by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb
of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
Rabindranath Tagore – https://www.poetryverse.com/rabindranath-tagore-poems/stream-of-life#google_vignette
The Green Tau 