The Geese, flew overhead-
Such a noise they made
During my run swooped up & down
I stopped, such a tirade.
The wheat stalks, tall as I
Flanked the gray riverbed
But my gaze was still on the geese
White mountains silhoueatted.
Wind, blowing in a storm
Thanksgiving a day away.
Grateful my legs, my eyes, my ears
River rush, my Heart gay.
The Geese, flew up again.
Stone grayish sky swirling
I turned around, my heart was full
White crusts of snow crunching.
Their wrinkled black v-shape
Same course year after year
Sun, Stars and Earth's magnetic field
Such Golden Guides to steer.
Black, strong v formation
A boat's bow through a storm
Strong as a mother's constant prayer
No deviation, comforting, warm.
Triangled super strength
Like a horse driven plow
Leading, cold to warmth, dark to light--
Light leads to truth, here and now.
Stay the course, like the geese.
Honk for encouragement
Keep steady on your path, unwavering
Of least sorrow & resistance.
Listen, they are calling.
Stay close to truth & light
Leave dark thoughts and places behind
Like the geese-
Keeping truth always in sight.
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| Jordan River |
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| Geese -possibly Canadian |
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