Geese

Monday morning by The quiet lake

We saw the geese descending as one shape

No goose is God they take their turn to lead

They shape the morning air with time and speed.

We stood in silence watching as they passed

The timing was ideal,not slow,not fast.

They do not have to calculate nor tense

All is done by vision and by sense.

Responding to the world with heart and flesh..

Moving like these geese can’t fail to bless.

Do not think we’re just a partial mind

Let the gods take over,be designed.

We were not important as we stood

Gazing on the lakes and distant wood.

Far away we heard the sound of trains

Saw the traffic moving through the lanes

I can see it now with love and fear

We took it in and it is always here