An Ancient Path of Healing

February 12, 2020


Up and down these sheer ravines stumbled the blind and lame, sure of healing if only they could reach the shrine.  Deaf and dumb went in the pilgrim ranks, the mad, the broken-hearted, the sin-oppressed; only the troop of lepers held apart.  Some of those foot-sore wayfarers, most likely the raggedest of all, carried a secret treasure for the saint.  Some staggered under penitential weights of lead and stone, and others bore loads of bars and fetters in token of captivity from which Saint James had set them free.
 ~ Kathrine Lee Bates ~

Spanish Highways and Byways
The Chautauque Press, 1920