Congregation of Geese

Stand to attention and doubters retreat

Into silent reeds, as high above

Ducks circle the lake in scheming flight.

The listening pilgrims with their nonchalant stare

Sense divinity within the assembled throng.

In the visible the lake reflects their glare

And glimpses an unsuspected mood

Even the crows hidden from view

Move to the marshalled sound of silence

A strange stillness captures the congregation.

This is the mirror of tentative dreams

Suggested words draw the stream

Of prophecy beyond the ravens movement,

The air is full of hope, as we seek

Uniqueness in created things and the hand of the creator.