My daughter and I, as we walked together,

spoke of our family and our blessings.

We watched the light rise over the hills,

choosing pathways through the mountains,

and we talked about all we were thankful for.

My daughter and I, as we walked together,

among the pilgrims scattered along—

tested and weary, missing our family—

we looked for doorways open to shelter,

and we talked about all we were thankful for.

My daughter and I, as we walked together,

woke each day and accepted the challenge.

We watched for steeples and prayed in churches;

sharing our picnics, we told tales of family,

and we talked about all we were thankful for.

My daughter and I, as we walked together,

cherishing the silence, admiring the stillness,

made the distance of the road we had begun.

We recognized that all doors lead home,

and it’s our family we are most thankful for.