I heard the noise from the flock of geese, before I saw them, a couple of days ago. Slowly, as my eyes became accustomed to the clouds and light, the ‘strings’ of geese could be seen to be masters of the air!!
Constantly changing and seemingly embracing the joy of movement, as they negotiated the eddies of the air.
Sound, echoing across
the firmament.
Wing beats brushing the air,
and moving and changing
the strings and sounds
of the symphony of praise.
Driven onwards with purpose,
expectancy and an inner
call.
Creation and creator
in harmony and bond.
Look, see and hear
by all means; but take a moment
to stop, rest, and breathe out
your anxious thoughs.
Offer them
and let the Creator bear them away
on the wing beats of the skein of
geese.
Musings 