Thought
Winter visitors welcome here
From Iceland, Greenland, Canada
Touring groups of swan and geese
As numbers joining them increase
Over miles-on-miles formation keep
Nowhere to rest or feed or sleep
Thousands fly with tailwind power
At speeds of seventy miles an hour
Wetlands hotels - feeding grounds
Enjoying rest where grass surrounds
While swallow, martin, swift and tern
Through France to Africa return
If you think this life is chance
You never saw migrations’ dance
Missing wondrous geese in flight
Plans and paths for day and night
If you dismiss bird’s feathery limb
As mere mutation’s random whim
Your aesthetic innate sense is gone
Of divine intelligence in the swan
Prayer
O Lord of beauty and infinite intelligence. Grant me the wisdom that allows my mind to fly to Thee and rest under Thy protective wing. Grant me the gift of letting go and gliding easily from worldly concerns to Thee. Let us fly freely using Thy guiding light and power.
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