Assurance On the Wing

Here again, on the the crest of the eve, the sound of them...calling out to me Their sound of arrival, coming from the crimson sky The ceremonious cry as they frame the V Causing me to lift eyes upward Canadian geese, heading home in springtime mode I need not fear, their steadfastness is proof The voice in unison against the vagrancy of altered mood In the sureness of the morrow When I shall think and speak my thoughts When I eat a meal, and do my daily chores Exclaim of the budding branch before the door I will have assurance of a miracle I shall make laughter out of bafflement And meet the wind...and watch the day's declining For when the geese appear again in the fall Southward bound, honking with their timely voice I'll know once again how to feel the comfort of the plan My assurance that is in the telling of the flight To feel how certain is their autumn calling To feel how certain is their return in spring And when all the world fills my thoughts with doubt And when all the world fills my heart with fear I am sure enough to lift my eyes Canadian geese, who cause my eyes to lift to the evening sky With a song of assurance of His love...