I saw these lines after I few days on the
Camino Frances, written in the German language on a big wall
Who called you, Pilgrim?
Dust, mud, sunshine and rain - that is the way to Santiago.
Thousands of pilgrims and more than a thousand years.
Pilgrim, who called you?
Which secret power attracted you?
Neither it was the starry sky, nor the cathedrals.
Neither was it the bravery of Navarre nor the wine of Rioja,
not the seafood of Galicia and also not the fields of Castile.
Who called you, Pilgrim?
Which irresistible power attracted you?
Neither the pilgrims on the way, nor the traditions of the country.
Not the culture and the history or the cock of Santo Domingo,
not the palace of Gaudi and also not the Castle of Ponferrada.
All this you saw in passing and it was a great pleasure for you,
but you felt the voice who was calling - deep inside you,
the force, that drove you, the power, which attracted you.
I have also no explanation for it.
Only
HE can explain it.